Good Luck

Good Luck

What if you were walking along the road collecting feathers...” said Dad.

“Feathers... Why feathers?” asked Jimmy.

“It’s an analogy.”

“I’ve never heard that, is that a bird?”

“No it’s a story.”

“A bird story?”

“No. I’m telling you a story so you’ll understand something.”

“Something about birds?”

“No. It was actually about the feathers, and a fish...”

“A fish with feathers?!?”

“No, a fish who wants a feather.”

“Why would a fish want a feather?”

“Exactly!”

“So...?”

“So you are collecting feathers to tuck in your hat, and a fish in the pond you’re passing asks if he can have one. And you say no because a fish has no need for a feather, and you think he will just toss it away.”

“Because fish don’t wear hats? But the fish talks...? Does this have anything to do with me asking you if I could have five dollars?”

“Yes, see you got it! A fish doesn’t need feathers, and you don’t need five dollars. And fish can talk in stories...”

“Well, first of all, you don’t even know if the fish really has a hat.”

“Huh?”

“This fish might not have a hat that needs a feather but his friends’ birthday is coming up and he is one feather short to get what he wants to surprise that friend...”

Mom came in and handed Jimmy a fiver, “Scram!” she said, he took off. She looked at her husband, “Why do you have to make things so complicated?”

“Why would he ask me to give him extra money? I thought he was just going to spend it at the park.”

“Oh ye of little faith.”

Dad’s birthday present turned out to be a new wallet, inside was a sort of crisp, new five dollar bill, from Jimmy, for good luck.