see what they called a natural rock, sand & dirt
jetty that went way out into the water. I guess
that’s where you go out to meet the big boats
that can’t come into shallow water. The 14
escort owls now put their feathery hand-wings
to their beaks and began to Whooo hoo hoo hooooo!
over the water, creating a rippling echo.
G & J started walking out to the end of the
jetty, leading the horses, with da Muff following.
The owl escorts came behind in two rows of seven,
marching. When the ship pulled up to the side of
the jetty and lowered her gang plank, G noticed
that the name on the side was “El Pajaro Rosado”
which translated means …
“Julio, look up!” said G. “Look at the water;
it’s the ocean!” J looked up from his snail gathering
and he saw something like diamonds glistening
on turquoise up real close. The water changed
from turquoise to a deep purple-midnight blue
further out . “It’s great!” says J, and stuck
his nose back down to his snail gathering business.
He got them all neatly tucked away in the larger
metal jars, putting some sand on the bottom,
water and moss. He put the green & lavender
little frogs in with the other frog for company.
The yellow frog from the Marshmallow Waste ditch
was a salt water frog, but seemed it could get
use to any kind of water.
The owls were still Hoo … hooo.. hoooing up a
storm, echoing over the water. Suddenly a whole
flock of pink birds flew over. One landed at
the feet of an escort owl. The escort owl gave
it a little palm shoot branch which the bird
put in its mouth and took off again. This must
be some sort of signal, thought G. She was right.
Within half an hour a huge ship could be seen
approaching over the water, with pink birds flying
all around its mast. When it got closer, G & J
could see that on the main white sail there was
a pink bird that looked like a flamingo on it.