To read the first chapters of this Reader Tuesday story, please see the previous post. Here are the last three:
Whoosh! The wind went by. It ruffled Morris' feathers. Boy, it was a sight to see, a sky full of birds. Especially cliff swallows like me, Morris told himself.
It had been weeks since they had left Goya, Argentina, and everyone needed rest.
Lost and Found
They landed and wandered for awhile. Just as he was about to settle into his new nest, Morris heard a coo. Someone was in trouble. He waddled toward the sound, but it seemed to come from everywhere.
"Kathalee! What are you doing in there?" Morris scolded.
"Pretending to be a human," she replied.
So the flock thought that sounded like fun. The people were all in costumes celebrating their return at the mission. The swallows were behind a person they chose imitating them. Some were disco dancing and some were eating food. We made it to California, thought Morris. This is the best party to come back to.