Carnival Fantastico

Continued, Carnival Fantástico

Dearest Pigeon,

I’ve learned my lesson. The next time a windstorm sweeps through Río Norte, I shall tie my scarf in knots around my throat.

I patched up all the tears in it with the pretty scraps of cloth that I’ve been saving.

I’m like a squirrel, always storing little treasures away for the winter.

Even discarded things can come in handy.

Anyway, thanks for retrieving my scarf. I think I might just love it even more than I already did.

Because of the lovely patches.

Not because you rescued it for me.

But thanks, I guess.

Dovie