The Girl of a Pink Feather

Sandy’s pinkish, bright hair was an on the spot smash! Her dad certainly loved the color along with the in pink hues! It inspired him to guzzle yummy treats. Even then, could she, capture the interest of a sure boy, she just met! Who knew for sure? Nevertheless, she fixed her thoughts on devising a clever way to help her daddy first!

Sandy moseyed on to a lake at the top of a nearby hill in bewilderment, thinking how to inspire her somber dad. Engulfed with gloom for some reason, he'd con comic books and refuse to eat lately. He was losing weight rather too quickly, and she needed to devise a way to stop his drastic losses.

She sat on the edge of the lake with knees trembling and crossed with dirty hands folded on the sultry, grassy ground gawked, as her elegant, red, feathered dress dusted the wet floor. Sandy's almond-shaped green eyes marveled at two majestic ducks that floated with ease in the tarn. A faint breeze scattered her silky, shiny hair that was by chance dyed to a rosy pinkish hue, swayed wildly with the wind.

Sandy turned over and gathered her eye-catching hair into a shiny, silver barrette to look rather put together though rivers of tears poured down her flushed cheeks. Suddenly, she stood with her bare feet grubbed in the damp soil to see if an innocent passerby was admiring a charming pair of pasty ducks too. She flapped her hands kindly to signal someone from a distance to notice her pinkish hues.

She shrieked and asked a gentle boy. Are you familiar with what ducks like to eat?”

“Well, I'm not certain, however, I believe they love fish, eggs, and grass,” the fine-looking boy cried with relief.

She stroked her flushed, hair callously, and crinkled her shy eyes from the limelight of the blistering sunlight and shade. “Thank you!”

“Why is your hair pink, lass?” he inquisitively asked while he scurried to pore over her.

"A pitcher of strawberry punch spilled from the top of my refrigerator and doused my crown yesterday. And my blonde tresses amazingly turned into this modish, rose shade.”

The boy patted his mug and heaved a piercing sigh to sort of agree with Sandy, though he thought she was extremely brave not to wash it out.

Sandy claimed, “It’s kind of à la mode, and besides my pinkish locks cheered my dad so much; his appetite came back with a vengeance. Now, he breaks into a belly laugh every time he sees me and wolfs loads of cream puffs and pies on the fly! He merely eats preserves that are the same color as my hair. Imagine that! And he desires my mane to remain pink forever!”

“I sure hope the ducks like you and aren't afraid of your blinding brightness,” the boy said jokingly.

She whirled to face the dazzling ducks in the water and tore a handful of rich grass for them to nosh.

“Come on lovable ducks; let me hear you, quack! I have a fine treat for you!” she said as she tittered like crazy and dried her cold tears. She forgot about her ailing dad for a moment. The boy accompanied Sandy around the lake and cajoled with her for hours. They laughed and laughed and had a fantastic time. Then she thought of taking home a little duck for her dad to roast for dinner.

"Perhaps, I can craft a pink grapefruit sauce for Papa and dazzle this tasty duck with it. And my dad will bring his strength up in no time. What do you sense?" She held as she smiled and extended her fingers through her chic rose hair.

The boy thought for a moment, and said, “Tomorrow I’ll be fishing here in the afternoon. Would you, care to join me?”

“Yes, I most certainly will and I’ll see if my dad would love to tag along too.”

Children's Books of Sheila Craan