The Magnificent Flying Baron Estate

The Magnificent Flying Baron Estate — page 9
for months But on that very morning when I looked out my bedroom window I did not see the quiet desert or the hills that lead to Pitchfork In fact I saw nothing but blue Blue and more blue surrounding a lot of bluish blue with bluey blueness I rubbed my eyes and pinched myself to make sure that I wasn’t still dreaming I stuck my head all the way out the window looked down and gasped I finally saw the desert It was hundreds and hundreds of feet below us The Baron Estate was floating in the sky like a hot air balloon W B I heard M call from downstairs Come here We’ve got a wonderful surprise for you I pinched myself again Nope Still awake It was just one of those times in life when real life is stranger than a talking squirrel dream