Day 1

Something strange has happened to me. I remember sitting in front of a house with my flock of 49 brethren, celebrating the annual marking of its resident's birth. I remember the skies opening, sending forth a spate of white sleet and snow. I remember a gargantuan behemoth roaring by, burying me in a mound of snow. Hours later, I remember hearing the distant cheers of my flock as they were plucked from the icy depths by our protector, leaving me behind.

"Wait," I screamed, "I'm here. Take me with you." Alas, my cackling was to no avail. Our protector, deaf to my muffled cries, muttered something to himself about freezing his butt off, and sped away without counting the flock members.

And now, somehow, I stand alone in front of this house. Where am I? I do not know. What lies ahead for me? I know not that either. But of this I am sure: my forthcoming days will require keen intellect, shrewd intuition and an iron constitution. Most importantly, I will not shrink from adventure, whatever comes my way.

Until tomorrow, I remain,
Ramon the Flamingo