First Snow

As I flew along with my fine feathered friends something cold brushed against my cheek. I looked up -- it was beginning to snow.

"Hey guys its beginning to snow," I said.

"No really. I thought you just had a really bad case of dandruff," replied one of the birds.

"Ha. Ha. Very funny. I'm not going to fly in this snow".

"Keep your feathers on! We'll be there in a minute," replied the lead bird.

"I don't have feathers," I responded. I don't think he heard me.

Shortly we arrived at "THE BIRDS NEST", the place where we usually hung around. All the other "cool" birds were there.

"What's up guys?" I asked.

I received the usual mumbled responses.

"Hey Stu! What do ya wanta eat?" asked Fred, a bird who had lots of money and didn't mind sharing it.

"I'll have a birdseed burger, fries and a coke!" I said. "So what is this big announcement you wanted to tell me," I asked Robert, he was lead bird whenever we flew in formation.

"It's kind of an announcement and a question".

"Well, what is it?" I asked.

"You see me and the guys fly south to Florida every winter, and I was wondering if you would like to come along".

I was dumbfounded! I hadn't expected anything like this. This was serious. I told him I needed time to think it over. He said he understood and not to rush except that they were leaving Thursday.

I kept thinking, "Thursday! They're leaving Thursday!! All of them will be gone by Thursday".

That left me four days to figure out whether not I am going with them or not. I tried not to let on and spoil the other guys fun. It must have worked because all the other guys were laughing and having fun. I went along with the guys but my heart wasn't in it.

For three days it had been about the same. It was obvious that I wasn't going to Florida and the birds. I had too may responsibilities here. Besides I couldn't just pick up and move in three days. During that time I tried spending more time with my human friends. It was during those tree days I met Robin. She had been interested in me for some time but I guess I hadn't noticed. I decided to take her with me to the farewell party for all my bird friends.

"Hey Stu. Who's the chick?" asked one of the b irds.

"Her name is Robin. We're sort of hangin' out now," I said.

"She's cute. Nice name too," he replied.

Though I hoped it would go on forever; the party ended and the birds started their flight south to Florida. I watched them go until they were out of sight.

Then hand in hand, Robin and I started walking home. As we were walking something cold brushed against my cheek. I looked up ... it was beginning to snow.

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