By Fionna Goosefeathers the 2nd.... ( super model)
Dear Diary, The day I have been waiting for has finally arrived,, yes, the day that I, Fionna Goosefeather II become immortalized in living Color! The Mistress summoned me into her chambers and told me that in 2 days hence, I was to come to the studio to have my portrait completed! Months ago, she did my drawings and I've been waiting with bated fish breath for the day when she would paint me in all my technicolor glory... or was that watercolor glory??
Wanting to look my best, I immediately made an appointment with the hen hairdressers at
"Le Chic Chicken Salon"
The hen ladies shampooed my feathers in chamomile and lavender, fluffed up my tail to a perky puff and used a specially scented Pomade to slick my wing feathers smooth as... well, feathers.They slathered it on and it smelled a LOT like crayfish to me, but they said it was all the rage. Then, they buffed my bill to a lovely orange sheen and spent 2 hours giving my webbytoes a pedicure!
They kept complaining "Mon Dieu! Mon Dieu!.. what is theese green between your toes!" I can't help it if the moss stains my webby toes... and I told those hoity-toity gals so.! They think they are SO special , but I know those French accents are affected! I happen to know that ALL three of those so-called "French Hens" were hatched, right here in Tennessee.... in the barn... in a wooden crate. Besides, I think they are just jealous because I am a super-model.
Dear Diary, I arrived 2 hours ahead of schedule, and the Mistress directed me to put on my bonny bodice, blouse and skirt. I laced my corset extra tight, but I never did acquire a proper waistline. Next I was told to adorn myself in the jewelry, ( straight out of the vault!)
"You look just perfect Fionna, says she.... but what is that horrid fishy odor.?..."
I self-consciously shuffled my feet and sniffed my feathers...darn those double-crossing French Hens!
Dear Diary, The Mistress had some of her paints at the ready, she said these were for my feathers and face.. I was so very excited... I had to remember what she told me when last I posed... "Be as Still as Mona Lisa"
Dear Diary, It really paid off having my bill buffed, the Mistress oohed and ahhed over the rich orange colors. She claimed vehemently that the only things in the world that SHOULD be orange are Pumpkins, Oranges, Autumn leaves, a Harvest moon and a Goose's Bill!
I think she forgot to mention goosey toes....
"Lets start with your beautiful blue eyes." ( Hamish says my eyes are the color of bluefish scales in the moonlight... isn't he romantic? ). But the Mistress said " Fionna, your eyes are the color of Blue Lobelia, just lovely, my dear! Well, she IS the artist, so I will take her word on it.
My eyes got blue...
and then BLUER
until they were the color of Blue Lobelia...
.
And my bill and tooties were the color of a Harvest Moon!
.
Next I donned my famous bonnet. It HAS been worn by dollies and cats; BUT it was meant for Fionna Goosefeathers! "What colors shall we paint it Fionna Dear??? It is a wee bit bland in it's original shades, don't you think?"
I was about to suggest orange, but I bit my tongue as I remembered her feelings on THAT subject.
"Lets go with pastels!" she exclaimed, interrupting my thoughts; just in time.
Who would have though that purple and pink would go so very well with a pumpkin colored beak?
Dear Diary, the Mistress must value my opinion a great deal. "Tell me Fionna, dear, what color is your favorite for a bodice?" I had to wrack my tiny bird-brain on that one, but then I reminded myself, 'Self, you ARE the official garden guide here in the Hollow, and SELF, you DO know the colors of all the flowers.....Forget-me-Not" blue!' I honked... rather loudly, much to my embarrassment.
"Excellent!" said she. And, feeling flushed with satisfaction, I blurted out,' With tiny pink flowers!!' and then,
'Mistress, Mistress, May I have a dotted swiss blouse to match my hat.... AND a pink skirt??? And a crisp white Petticoat too???' I could just imagine the feminine beauty of it all.
I began to wiggle and waggle out of excitement... oh dear, I am afraid I was not at all "still", like Mona Lisa.
Nevertheless, Mistress gave me all that my heart desired... she is such a softie.
Suddenly, I began humming 'I feel pretty, oh so Pretty... I feel', "Be still Fionna, we are nearly finished!"
Dear Diary, after 7 days of modeling my portraits are complete! The Mistress was so pleased with the outcome she said I could keep the dress! I can hardly wait to waddle past the "Le Chic Chicken Salon" in my stunning duds, in full view of those 3 "French Hens"... so-called.
In the meantime, I think I will just take a quiet stroll down the Blue Lobelia path....."
" I feel pretty, Oh so pretty, I feel pretty and witty and gay... and I pity, any girl who isn't me today!"
Dear Diary, I almost forgot to tell you... The Mistress was so pleased with me, she said that I . Fionna Goosefeathers, should have a book of my own! Just think, the "Autobiography of a Goose Gal.".. or "Confessions of a Fish lover" or "Love stories from the Pond" featuring Fionna Goosefeathers and her dreamy love-boat Hamish... I can hardly wait.
"Le Chic Chicken Salon"
They kept complaining "Mon Dieu! Mon Dieu!.. what is theese green between your toes!" I can't help it if the moss stains my webby toes... and I told those hoity-toity gals so.! They think they are SO special , but I know those French accents are affected! I happen to know that ALL three of those so-called "French Hens" were hatched, right here in Tennessee.... in the barn... in a wooden crate. Besides, I think they are just jealous because I am a super-model.
Dear Diary, I arrived 2 hours ahead of schedule, and the Mistress directed me to put on my bonny bodice, blouse and skirt. I laced my corset extra tight, but I never did acquire a proper waistline. Next I was told to adorn myself in the jewelry, ( straight out of the vault!)
"You look just perfect Fionna, says she.... but what is that horrid fishy odor.?..."
I self-consciously shuffled my feet and sniffed my feathers...darn those double-crossing French Hens!
Dear Diary, The Mistress had some of her paints at the ready, she said these were for my feathers and face.. I was so very excited... I had to remember what she told me when last I posed... "Be as Still as Mona Lisa"
Dear Diary, It really paid off having my bill buffed, the Mistress oohed and ahhed over the rich orange colors. She claimed vehemently that the only things in the world that SHOULD be orange are Pumpkins, Oranges, Autumn leaves, a Harvest moon and a Goose's Bill!
"Lets start with your beautiful blue eyes." ( Hamish says my eyes are the color of bluefish scales in the moonlight... isn't he romantic? ). But the Mistress said " Fionna, your eyes are the color of Blue Lobelia, just lovely, my dear! Well, she IS the artist, so I will take her word on it.
My eyes got blue...
.
And my bill and tooties were the color of a Harvest Moon!
.Next I donned my famous bonnet. It HAS been worn by dollies and cats; BUT it was meant for Fionna Goosefeathers! "What colors shall we paint it Fionna Dear??? It is a wee bit bland in it's original shades, don't you think?"
I was about to suggest orange, but I bit my tongue as I remembered her feelings on THAT subject.
"Lets go with pastels!" she exclaimed, interrupting my thoughts; just in time.
Dear Diary, the Mistress must value my opinion a great deal. "Tell me Fionna, dear, what color is your favorite for a bodice?" I had to wrack my tiny bird-brain on that one, but then I reminded myself, 'Self, you ARE the official garden guide here in the Hollow, and SELF, you DO know the colors of all the flowers.....Forget-me-Not" blue!' I honked... rather loudly, much to my embarrassment.
"Excellent!" said she. And, feeling flushed with satisfaction, I blurted out,' With tiny pink flowers!!' and then,
'Mistress, Mistress, May I have a dotted swiss blouse to match my hat.... AND a pink skirt??? And a crisp white Petticoat too???' I could just imagine the feminine beauty of it all.
Nevertheless, Mistress gave me all that my heart desired... she is such a softie.
In the meantime, I think I will just take a quiet stroll down the Blue Lobelia path....."
