Day 5

For the past several hours, I have been riding a virtual roller coaster of emotions. Cruising in the automobile immediately sent me into a state of euphoria. I had long forgotten the bliss that accompanies unadulterated freedom. If only it were warm enough to open the roof and let the wind ruffle my feathers.

But then, quite unexpectedly, panic gripped my chest like a boa constrictor preparing to devour me: I had no idea where to look for Nancy. I started driving helter skelter through the streets of this dismal town, looking for the shock of pink that would be my flock. After passing several constables who eyed me warily, I realized that driving aimlessly in a borrowed vehicle might be calling dangerous attention upon myself. I decided that, if I am to find my flock and my beloved, I must hatch a plan.

So with a calm resolve, I asked myself: Who would best know the quiet comings and goings in a small town? Whose omnipresent ears heard the townfolks' whispered secrets? Why of course! Who but the proprietor of the local eating establishment! Immediately I knew I had to make his acquaintance. And so, with new determination, I sought out the town diner.

Tucked into a storefront on a busy thoroughfare, the delicious aromas wafting from the door beckoned me in to Kevin's Place. Kevin, the proprietor, kindly listened to my dilemma as I perched upon his counter stool. Alas, he knew of no forthcoming town celebrations that might have need for my flock. He did, however, offer me kind words of encouragement and a plate of delectable Mexican eggs.

And so, my friends, I am continuing my quest.

Until tomorrow, I remain,

Ramon the Flamingo