Florence and her green feathers
Once upon a time there was a flamingo, her name was Florence spontaneous fabuless gorgeous elegant fluffy butt. Her pride and joy was her amaculet, fluffy tail feathers, they were a lovely shade of reddish pink and were always kept clean and well groomed.
People would often ask her:
“How do your wondrous tail feathers look so wonderful?”
Florence would reply:
“It’s all in what you eat, you gotta have a healthy diet oh and you also need to use the right shampoo and conditioner but most off all you need to have a Phoebe.”
“What’s Phoebe?” they would inquire.
“A Phoebe is the lady who runs the amazing hair salon in town. First she gives my amazing tail feathers a rinse in warm water then gives them a brush with golden comb. Next she put a special shampoo and conditioner on them and lets me relax in a spa. After that she gives them a trim to give them shape (even though they are perfect any way)……”
After a while people would drift away. Florence was so full of herself and self centered that she was painful and boring to be around.
One day when she was walking to the salon for her weekly appointment she saw a for sale sign on the window of the shop!
“WHAT” screamed Florence. “This can’t be happening” she sobbed, tears streaming down her face. “Who will make my feathers look beautiful now?”
Suddenly she saw a package addressed to her on the doorstep, it was from Phoebe. Florence opened up the parcel and in it was a bottle of shampoo, there was a note attached it said
Dear Florence sorry it has to be this way
But here is a bottle of my special shampoo
For you to use From Phoebe
Lily went home and tried out the shampoo, after a while she started to notice that her feathers seemed to have a slight greenish tinge, she decided she must just be tied and went to bed. In the morning she woke up and went to the mirror to comb her feathers “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” she screamed. Her beautiful, gorgeous, amazing tail feathers were… green!
You see Phoebe the hairdresser was sick of Florence being soooo annoying and had decided to close her shop. What Florence didn’t know was that Phoebe was actually a retired fairy who was very skilled when it comes to magic arts. That’s how she had kept Florence tail feathers looking so amazing, with magic. But now she was sick of Florence’s constant bragging about how many beauty contests she had won so she decided to do something about it. She made a special potion that would turn anything green that it touched and put it in a shampoo bottle.
By now Florence was really stressing, “how can I possibly go out looking like this, i’ll be a public humiliation; who ever heard of a flamingo with green feathers?”
She sat down and started to cry “I bet you it was that hairdresser that did this, but why?”
Suddenly she had a thought, “maybe if i find phoebe she will fix my feathers”
So Florence set off to find Phoebe, she searched everywhere she went over mountains, through valleys and under waterfalls, but the hairdresser was nowhere to be found.
Then one night when Florence was finding a spot to sleep after a long day of searching, she came across a cave, it had a garden at the front with lawn ornaments and a welcome mat. This caught her attention, she stood at the entrance of the cave and looked in, there was a sofa and an ottoman with coffee table on the left side of the room, on the right was a bookcase and a cauldron, but nobody was home. Feeling very tired and sleepy Florence went inside and lay on the sofa for a quick nap. Soon she was fast asleep.
She was having a nice dream about hair brushes when she was awoken by the sound of someone’s feet walking on the undergrowth of the forest, it took a second for Florence to realise that the feet were walking in the direction of the cave. She started to panic, she was trapped the person was almost at the cave the door handle started to turn and the door opened.
“Florence?”
In the doorway stood Phoebe. Florence rushed over to herm “Oh Phoebe i’ve been looking all over for you, please , please, please will you fix my green tail feathers, i’ll do anything, anything” she begged.
Phoebe saw how upset and sincere Florence looked. “Okay,” she said. “I’ll fix your feathers, but promise me one thing”
“I’ll do it” promised Florence
“Right, you have to promise to change your way, be more considerate of others and stop bragging, people don’t like it” Said Phoebe
“Sure thing said Florence, “but can you fix my feathers now?”
“Of course” Phoebe took a wand out of her cloak and waved it restoring Florence feather back to their original, beautiful colour.
The End