We're flocked.

One of our neighbors flocked us and asked us to write about our experience.  The following is kinda true.  Except the fake parts.

Dear Troop #1348,

Today is February 23, 2009.  We were flocked!!!  It started with a light rustling.  Then we were surrounded by the sound of flapping wings.  One by one they appeared, each with a knowing look in their eyes.  “Hello,” we said.

They did not reply. Rather, they each started bobbing their heads up and down.  From out of nowhere we heard the familiar guitar riff of Ritchie Valens’ “La Bamba”.    Overcome by the music, we could not help but dance along with our new pink feathered friends.  For the next 3 hours we danced, jigged and moon-walked with abandon as the greatest hits of Grand Funk Railroad played on a continuous loop.  The booty-shaking was truly a sight to behold.   

Then as suddenly as it had started, the music stopped.  Without a word, they each looked to the sky, staring into the starry night.   We knew their time with us was drawing to a close.

“Must you leave?” we asked.  “Surely you can stay a while longer?”

Again, they never spoke.  But the flamingo with the hula skirt looked at us as if to say, ”Dear friends.  Thank you for your kind offer.  We must continue our mission to spread joy to those in need.  Perhaps we will meet again.  Until then, remember us when you shake it, shake it, shake it like a Polaroid picture.  Hey ya!”  And with that they were off, flying into the night sky.

“We will never forget,” we whispered, watching their silhouettes as they soared before the full moon.  “We will never forget.”

Sincerely,

The Garcias