After his months in the nudist colony, Bill finally came up with a solution to his problems. He would use the money he made from manure and begin a large scale plastic flamingo manufacturing plant. Everyone he knew in the colony advised him against it, saying it was a deal with the devil to create creatures of other species. Although, they barely had a grasp on what plastic was so Bill decided to do it anyway. He ran to the airport, and since he owned the airline he was flying on, just walked on in. Once he arrived in the States that's when the magic began.
He hand made the machines necessary to create the flamingos. The machines he made were so efficient that he was able to fill his entire property, which is the size of Connecticut, in under 2 days. This filled him with the most amount of joy since he got into the manure business. It got to the point where he had to give them away because the machine wouldn't stop making them. Once every man, women, child, or attack helicopter in the world had two flamingos then he could finally rest.
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Flamingo man
General FictionA short story about a man and his fake hot pink flamingos.
