"Wanted to rent, one swan suit, complete with wings, size 12."
I want you all to know that I am giving serious thought to moving Cleotoo to the safety of Bridgeway Lake until Greenook's restoration is completed. In my swan suit I will stand on Midway dam, flapping my wings and calling out "arf, arf." (Swan talk for "Yo Cleo-come to Bridgeway, this is where it's happening.)
If plan A fails to move our shy Cleotoo, I have plan B-or the Sting Operation. It works like this-through the goose and duck grapevine, I will announce that Cleotoo has won the lottery but she'll have to go to Bridgeway to claim her winnings.
I figure if sex (Plan A) or riches (Plan B) do not work then I will employ the ultimate swan catcher, Plan C. Cleotoo is still too well fed for Plan C to be a temptation but in time she'll become ravenous and then I'll swing into action with a smorgasbord of bread and wheat strategically laid out across the length of Greenook leading up to Bridgeway. A tempting lay out every 100 feet or so will draw Cleotoo to Bridgeway in time for Thanksgiving.
But, on this date, September 10th, Cleotoo tried out her new flight feathers for the first time and GOLLY, they work just fine! Ain't nature grand? This late developement makes my previous plans unnecessary for in a short while when a brisk wind comes from the west it will suck her out of the mud and deposit her onto Bridgeway, where she last saw Caesar. Unhappily she won't be seeing him for his great, silvered wings have carried him far, far away. The heat of July was too much for his 34 year old heart and he quietly hid himself away and expired discretely at Domino's. I thanked Sue Adms for caring for him through May, June and most of July, but all the care in the world could not make him young and strong again.