Help name Mr. Bluebird

I would like to start, first of all, by introducing myself to you all because my mother told me a long time ago that I should not talk to strangers, so I never do to this day! My name is Sammy. I’m an intern at Bluebird CSA and this morning the most remarkable thing happened to me. I met a TALKING bird. That’s what I said alright–a T-A-L-K-I-N-G bird. The poor little guy can’t even remember his name. Oh! But I’m getting ahead of myself. Let me start from the very, very beginning.
Earlier this morning…
I was wandering around Bluebird Greenhouse aimlessly. I was hot and tired and thinking about taking a nap, as it was so late in the morning. (It was 10 o’clock after all and Winnie the Pooh would have been on his third nap by then!) I looked all around to make sure no one saw me leaning against a tree before slowly sliding down until I was in a good napping position. I pulled a hankie from my pocket to cover my face. It was then I noticed all the plants and sunlight peeking underneath the hankie starting to look warm and fuzzy. My eyes began to flutter closed and, as they did, I could see fuzzy bees and fuzzy grass and to my left I could see a fuzzy little bird in a fuzzy little strawberry patch. How nice. As I started to peacefully snooze, I thought about the lovely bird eating his delicious strawberries–but wait–then I realized something. There was no strawberry patch at the Bluebird Greenhouse! I jumped up as quickly as I could, ripping the hankie away as I did. Sure enough, there it was. As sure as I’m sitting here today telling you this story, there was a strawberry patch in a spot where just minutes before there hadn’t been one!
“You’re not asleep.” Said the bird.
A talking bird, too?? What was going on here?
“Did you just talk to me, bird?” I replied.
“I did. I said you aren’t asleep. And, I have a name; we’re not all just named bird, you know.” The bird’s feelings were obviously hurt, I hadn’t meant to be rude.
“Oh, I’m sorry. What is it?”
The bird thought for a moment and then he started to look even more sad than before. “I don’t know what my name is. I don’t know where I came from. I can remember all my favorite fruits and vegetables..”
“Fruits and vegetables?” I chimed in. “But I thought birds mostly ate bugs?”
“Yuck! No way! I don’t eat bugs, I only eat fresh fruits and vegetables; I remember that much. But,I can’t remember who I am.” At that the little blue bird with the soft brown belly hung his head in heartbreak.
“I’m really very sorry, Mr. Bird. I didn’t mean to make you sad. If you want, I could try to help you remember who you are.”
The bird’s head perked up just a little “Oh, really? You would do that for me? But we’ve only just met.”
I shrugged. “You’re sitting in a strawberry patch that came out of thin air and brought you with it, I’m sort of going with the flow at this point.”
The bird jumped up in triumph. “Hooray!” He shouted. “Well, can I go home with you?”
I thought for a moment. “How about you live here at the greenhouse? You can watch over the plants, you’ll be their keeper.”
The bird stuck his chest out regally, like he’d been given a great honor. “I shall do you proud, my lady.” He did a quick bow before asking, “Well, how are we going to find my memory?”
I scratched my chin, “We can go to different places where they grow your favorite foods and maybe you’ll remember a time you were eating them at home and your memory will come back!”
The bird sighed. “I don’t know, that doesn’t sound like a very good plan…”
“Of course it is! You’re an out-of-nowhere talking bird sitting in a magical strawberry patch, crazier things have worked!”
Mr. Bird then jumped up in a fit of hope, excited to try my idea. I told him I would come home and share our story, but before I left I had to ask my friend what his new name should be. He told me he didn’t know, but would just love more than anything for our reader’s to decide.
So, to any of you who would like to think of a new name for Mr. Bird, e-mail your answer (or have Mom or Dad help you) to My bird friend says he’ll be so happy to get a new name that he’d like to send a gift to whoever’s name is picked, just to show his gratitude!
to be continued…

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