About a month ago at school I hosted a popsicle party in our little courtyard for the students who had successfully completed their summer math packets. This entailed a long afternoon with waves of students in groups from 50 to 70 every 20 minutes until all 465 completers were feted with icy fruit flavored sugar water. It's an annual tradition.
At one point a student made a discovery in the dirt. She found the battered remains of a little windchime made in the image of a be-hatted pink flamingo in copper and pieces of stained-glass. It had been buried in the dirt were it landed for some time by all appearances. I knew immediately that it had once belonged to our retired attendance secretary, and an idea took hold of me. Carefully I spirited it away from school.

But what there wasn't was a Flamingo wind chime made of copper and stained-glass wearing a hat. I made it my mission to rectify this dreadful situation while giving the little wind chime a home where it would never be left to disappear into the dirt--a home where it would be cherished by a man with an odd, sweet heart.
[Best part, I snuck it down there and attached it to the tree when no one was looking...or at least I hope no one was.]
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