Its Monday, the last day of school. I turned in my flamingo paper. I got a great grade on it. In class, we played a fun summer game! I was thrilled for summer. We had a month to spend time at home, but we get to go to the Caribbean islands for summer. Our teacher, Ms. Jenkins, told us that we were going to read about pink flamingos. She was reading the passage when the article said some flamingos live near the Caribbean islands, like Aruba. I jumped. We were going there! So it was true! I mean, I guess I could trust an encyclopedia more than a kids 2 page flamingo passage…
After class, I turned around my chair. “Haylynn!! Flamingos! They live where we are going! The Carry-Bean islands!” I shouted.
“The Cah-rib-ian islands, Scottie,” Van corrected me from his room.
“Whatever they’re called,” I say, with a sassy tone.96Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9XCa85MKPN
Haylynn adjusted herself in her chair. “You said they live in the Caribbean islands? Aruba?” Haylynn said, clearly deep in thought. “Let’s go visit Franny tomorrow. She might know a thing or two about flamingos.”
