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"I can't get inspiration on a stupid farm! I can't believe you're doing this to me!"
She glanced around the park yet again. This time her gaze came to rest on Judd, at the top of the Boa. She turned to walk away—but not before I saw the glint of fear in her eyes.
I've come up with a plan," Dad said.
Phew, I thought, relaxing a little. Dad was a smart guy. I should have known he'd come up with a plan. Maybe he wanted to hang a bigger sign outside the store or advertise on the radio.
But it wasn't that at all.
"I've agreed to start renting out the big birds," Dad said. For a second, I felt like someone had kicked me in the stomach. What was Dad thinking? "For parties and conventions. It's a good way to bring in extra cash--" Here, he paused for a moment.
"They want Elmo first.
