By Fannie Flagg
With a similar incomparable sort and hot, inviting voice that experience made her liked by way of hundreds of thousands of readers everywhere, New York Times bestselling writer Fannie Flagg has written a fascinating Christmas tale of religion and desire for every age that's certain to turn into a vintage.
Deep within the southernmost a part of Alabama, alongside the banks of a lazy winding river, lies the sleepy little group often called misplaced River, a spot that point itself turns out to have forgotten. After a startling prognosis from his general practitioner, Oswald T. Campbell leaves at the back of the chilly and damp of the oncoming Chicago iciness to spend what he believes might be his final Christmas within the hot and alluring city of misplaced River. There he meets the postman who grants mail via boat, the shop proprietor who nurses a damaged center, the women of the Mystic Order of the Royal Polka Dots mystery Society, who do clandestine stable works. And he meets a bit redbird named Jack, who's on the middle of this story of a mystical Christmas whilst whatever so notable occurred that those that witnessed it have by no means forgotten it. when you adventure the sweetness, you too won't ever put out of your mind A Redbird Christmas.
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While he was waiting, he could actually hear the sounds of birds chirping in the background over long distance. It must be some of those damn whip-poor-wills, he thought, and they were costing him money. Frances picked up the phone again. “Here I am, Mr. Campbell. ” “No. I wanted to try there first, it sounded like a nice place. ” “Mr. Campbell. Wait a minute. Give me your number. ” He gave her his number just to get her to hang up. What a crazy place. Evidently they would just talk the head off of any stranger that happened to call.
My God,” said Oswald, still amazed at what he saw. ” Roy held Jack away from him so he could not hear and confided, “Yes, officially he’s a cardinal, but we don’t tell him that; we just tell him he’s just a plain old redbird. ” Then he spoke to the bird. qxd 9/1/04 11:54 AM Page 54 Fannie Flagg The bird cocked his head and Oswald swore the bird chirped with the same southern accent Roy had. It sounded exactly like he was saying, “Rite cheer! . Rite cheer! . ” When Roy was busy waiting on some customers, Oswald wandered around the store, examining the mounted fish and stuffed animals that covered the walls.
Qxd 9/1/04 11:54 AM Page 40 Fannie Flagg “That is the address, Mr. Campbell. ” Oswald was confused. “By boat? ” She laughed. ” He was still confused. ” “No, you don’t need to fool with that, Mr. Campbell. ” “I see . . ” “That’s right, I’m River Route Forty-six. ” She wanted to mention Mildred to him as much as possible. Oswald hung up and wondered what kind of place he was headed to. She had not mentioned they got their mail by boat, for God’s sake. He was starting to have second thoughts but he had already given up his room and said goodbye to Helen on the phone, so he guessed he’d just go on as planned.
A Redbird Christmas by Fannie Flagg