Slim

SLIM An internal dialogue by the old stork Slim My back hurts today, and my wings are not what they used to be. I could call in sick, but then who would deliver the new Johnson baby? I've got to think about giving this up, but boy, would I miss it. … and the young storks don't seem to want this job..not much danger or excitement in it……….I'll bet in a few years all our business will go to FED-EX or UPS….doesn't seem right….won't be much magic in that…. lets see, I've got Johnson Boy in the morning..and maybe Gorelick twins this afternoon. Here he is now..hair as red as fire.. isnt he a bruiser though….what? 9#, 10oz?….I'd better grab a Tylenol first thing or I'll never make it..saw the little girls, tiny things but boy are they sweet. Going to be a busy family for sure.. ……. Well that was a day..great fun…not like yesterday when I had to leave that baby on the doorstep cause nobody answered the door..Worried and waited, glad someone finally came..seemed like a nice woman but a bit overwhelmed…..think I made several stops here before… ………Geez--- enough for one day..I've got the best job in the world.. The best job I ever loved….." Hi Dear, what's for dinner?…….Frogs?.. my favorite….. Based on the old folk story that told of storks delivering babies. Something to tell little children who wonder where babies come from… Most countries have their own version of this story… For Carol's Animal Contest..