Wahoo is an Arctic raven who is quite a dapper dude with thoughts only of others, such as helping Christie’s Auction House with their inventory and society mavens from having too many diamond earrings. The following is from Chapter 4 of Mission 1: All in a Day’s Work, the first book in my Sophia of the Bright Red Sneakers series.
Wahoo jumped to his feet and slipped inside through the loose tile. “It’s a shame Jack is too big to invite for dinner. He’d like my setup.” He looked around his home with pride. “My, my, my, I do have an eye for décor.” The shelves held his prized shiny objects, such as an antique French parquetry and gilt clock. It was a surprise gift from Christie’s Auction House. As it was being unloaded, the antique had attached itself to his talons as he flew away. What was a gentleman raven to do if he liked pretty objects? Birds, no matter how dapper, could not stroll into Christie’s, plunk down a credit card, and tweet, “Deliver it, please!”
Time for his daily ablutions. Wahoo splashed in an engraved sterling silver birdbath, also a present from Christie’s. He scrubbed and polished his three-inch beak and fluffed his throat hackles. Next came choosing the proper attire. When he was young, scientists had tagged his wings. The tags were ugly, but he solved that problem. Raven Fashion 101: Remove tags. Insert earring. Voila! WingLinks™. Women all over Manhattan were clamoring to donate their earrings to his cause, and it was his gentlemanly duty to save earrings from being forced to attend one more boring tea party on a society maven’s earlobe.
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