At last I've had a spot of good luck. The icy temperature has actually worked to my benefit. Here is what happened:I finally spotted the lady who resides in the home in front of which I stand. (She sports a disgusting green jumper, so henceforth she shall be referred to as BATHOS: BAbe, That's a Horrible Olive-green Sweater.)
At any rate, it appears that BATHOS is in the habit of allowing her frigid vehicle to warm in the drive while she waits inside the home. Eureka! As she turned her back to enter her garage, I managed to extricate myself from the snow heap and hobble into her auto. Imagine my pleasant surprise when I discovered that the chaise could warm my tail feathers! And now, this is the moment for which I have been waiting: I can leave this God forsaken land. At best, I will reunite with my flock and my beloved Nancy. At worst, I will find limitless opportunity for adventure.
And so, it's metal to the pedal as I remain,
Ramon the Flamingo
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Ramon, for someone who wears pink all year round, I think you're being a bit petty about the olive green jumper. You might need the kindness of BATHOS:BAbe--exactly how do you intend to pump gas when the tank runs low?
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