Marci was heartbroken when she found Wilbur dead on her way out yesterday. She didn’t have time to wallow about it now, the bus was due to come shortly.

Getting into her seat on the noisy transport, Cecilia recognized pain in Marci’s face and saw the tear stain in her makeup.
“You ok, Marse?”
“Wilbur died” Marci sat for a moment, wiggled her nose and turned to her friend, “I’ve flushed fish, buried a dog…what do you do with a hampster?”
They both sat in contemplative silence.

After school, Cecilia arrived at Marci’s door with a dozen mylar balloons.
“Jeepers! Where’s the party, C?” Marci stepped out onto the porch and sat on the swing.
Cecilia had a plan.

At sunset last night, the two girls solemly walked over to the mill pond, and up to the willow tree on the hill. They secured the sock firmly to the balloons. One of the helium filled bubbles of fun sang the tune ‘Don’t worry, Be happy”

“I wonder where Wilber will end up?” Cecilia asked.
“In a tree somewhere.” Said Marci.