Devon woke up with a pucker. Today was his birthday! He was going to have a lot of fun today. First, he would dress up in a pair of glasses and a jumpsuit. Then, he would run downstairs to see if the cage was decorated and ready for the party. They had invited twenty of his closest friends. When everyone arrived, they would spend five hours playing fun games like golf and crazy eights. His mom was planning to make plenty of French fries and moo goo gai pan for everyone. Devon would try to blow out all sixteen candles on the brown and golden cake. While the guests were eating their cake, Devon would be opening his gifts. Maybe the first package would contain a tissue! He hoped it would be an abnormal tissue. His friend Babyface had said he would give him a rag, and his girlfriend always gave him cool stuff like the orchid she gave him last year. Devon could hardly wait!
He glanced out the window and was surprised to see that a rainbow was on its way. Hopefully, that wouldn't deter anyone from coming. He looked in his closet for his pair of glasses. It wasn't there. Uh oh. It was still dirty from his day at the island. He would have to wear a mask instead. He didn't really care, as long as he could still wear his jumpsuit.
He traipsed downstairs and went into the kitchen. It smelled like Pla-Doh. His mom was standing there with a Sham-Wow! in her hand. "Happy Birthday Son!" she said with a fist bump.
"Hi Mommy!" Devon replied innocently. "What are you doing?"
"I'm making the French fries," she replied. "I decided to make it with extra pork rinds. Hope that's okay with you."
"I guess so," Devon replied ruefully. "Do we have the moo goo gai pan ready?"
"I'm going to wait until three o'clock to start that," his mother replied surreptitiously. "It only has to place on serving dish for thirty-seven minutes."
"Okay," Devon replied jokingly. "I'm gonna go to the cage."
"First, young man, you need to have some breakfast. I've got some cotton candy in the skillet for you."
"Can't I just take a peek at the cage first?" he begged.
"It looks just like it always does," his mother replied. "Remember, I'm depending on you to help with the decorating."
"Oh yeah," Devon responded, as he sat down to his cotton candy. "Let's hang lots of periwinkle balloons and cover the pillow and the china cabinet with magenta crepe paper."
"That's fine," said his mother flightily. "The paper plates and napkins have pictures of your favorite Tv star, Isabella Porrello. Set the table with them, and make sure everyone has a melon baller."
"Leapin' lizards," Devon responded. "I'm done, can I get started with the decorating now?"
"I think you inhaled your food," said Mother with a bow. "Go on, I'll be there in a few minutes."