Flamingy

It was 1978, Chicago. In my beach shack. I had a bottle of apple juice 3/4 filled in my left hand. All of a sudden the PHATtest flamingoey flamingy came flyin in and I was blown away. My first instinct was to drop the apple juice out of my left hand and bow down. But my apple juice spilled everywhere and turns out the flamingy loved apple juice and started pecking at the floor. It pecked a fat hole in the floor of my beach shack and underneath we found a humongous pile of gold!!!! I was so excited to use the gold to upgrade from a beach shack to a beach shack2.0. BUT the flamingy scooped up all the gold AND my apple juice and flew off. I was devastated and fell into a deep depression. 2.6 years later I got an email from an unknown user and It was an address. I was skeptical but I went to the address. It was a beach shack 2.0. There was a sign that said welcome home. The flamingy walks out. Embraces me. And says "welcome home".