“I talked with Mr. Whitlow, my science teacher. He’s not aware of any school trips to the Rainforest. If we want to get with NASA, or experience the magic of Disney’s kingdom, or visit the Big Apple, that’s doable. The only thing is, we would have to do a lot of fundraising,” I explained.
Of course, Winston didn’t understand what I was referring to when I spoke of the space program, Mr. Disney’s magical resort, or New York City. He knew a lot about fun, just not fundraising. I had to straighten him out on that issue. He had no knowledge of money, or how things work when it comes to purchasing airline tickets, or anything like that.
“In the Rainforest, we exchange stuff, too,” he stated. “The monkeys bring us yummy fruit, or give us transport to the swimming hole, and we give them a grand performance of some kind. They enjoy imitating us, which leads to Ms. Omigenie and her costume making crew coming up with monkey-sized outfits. That woman never runs out of ideas. We were working on a show when the…you know what happened.”
I never know what to say when that subject comes up. I didn’t want to ignite another melt-down of uncertainty. There was no way to undo what was already done. It was up to me to find a way to get those precious people back to the Rainforest. It was my turn to give Winston a pep talk.
“Don’t worry, Winston. I’ll keep on it until I find a way. Ol’ Darceroni doesn’t give up just because at this present moment I can’t see a solution. I’ll keep looking until a way presents itself. There’s always a way.”
With that, I saluted the Dewbabie chief.
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