Duke chuckled in his throat pouch as he browsed Pink's updated Flickr photostream.
"Hey, you all! Check this out! Pink put something really funny on here last night!" he announced. Big Bertha, Sonny, Francis, and Maryanna hurried over to see what in Crowville was so darned funny. Maryanna was especially interested. Pink was her best friend, and she always kept up with Pink's various postings on her Flickr and Livejournal accounts. Sometimes when Pink posted questions on Yahoo! Answers, Maryanna would volunteer the most sensible answers she could come up with, under the username, "Loves_to_Hug." She did, after all, work in child psychology.
Pink's latest Flickr upload, however, gave Maryanna pause. The most recent photo in the stream showed Pink pretending to be dead in the classic comical fashion; with her eyes rolled back and her toungue lolling out. On her chest, she was clasping her favorite "flower pen" with the plastic lily taped to it.
Maryanna found herself growing irritated with the way her friends found this amusing. She often had clients in crisis referred to her in her line of work, and she did not regard allusions to death as a laughing matter, no matter how comical they were. And if this was the sort of thing Pink was uploading onto Flickr, then what must be happening in her world? This was a cry for help in the truest sense of the term!
"Well, I don't find this at all funny!" Maryanna snapped, causing Duke, Big Bertha, Sonny, and Francis to look up from the laptop in surprise. "What if Pink didn't just put this on here to be funny, is really going through something hard? I'm legally bound to take these kinds of things seriously!" And with that, she flounced out of the common area of Mildred's Pad to make a phone call.
"Geez, whatever! Thanks a heap for bringing me down!" Sonny yelled after her, and went to find the special lock box where he kept his stash.
"Please pick up, please pick up, please pick up," Maryanna prayed as she waited for her call to Pink's cell phone to go through. "Come on, Pink baby, it's me…I know you're scared of answering your phone, but I only want to help you….if you were to do anything rash, I'd be heartbroken; absolutely heartbroken!"
"Hello?" she finally heard on the other end. Maryanna breathed a sigh of relief.
"Why, hello, there, Pink! How ARE you this morning?" Maryanna asked cordially.
"Uhh…I'm…good, thanks for asking," Pink replied, slightly taken aback by Maryanna's exuberant salutation.
"Really? Oh, wonderful! I'm so happy to hear that!" Maryanna babbled. Sometimes she wondered how she had managed to get a job in psychology when she was not even able to become properly detached from those she wanted to help. "What have you been up to this morning?"
"Uh, well, I'm pretty much just chillin' in my dorm room, Maryanna," Pink replied. "Leanne went home for the weekend, so it's just me here."
"Oh, really? Just you there? Well, if you were so inclined, maybe I could pick you up and bring you here to Crowville for a spell!" This was the perfect opportunity for Maryanna to snag some time to speak with Pink privately about what was going on.
"Um, well….I dunno, Maryanna…I kinda just wanted to be by myself today," Pink replied hesitantly.
Oh, no. This couldn't mean anything good. Pink never turned down an opportunity to see her crow friends unless she became really withdrawn and something was weighing very heavily on her mind.
"I bet we could find something fun to do!" Maryanna added, trying to hide how desperate she was.
"Well….all right!" Pink finally agreed. She was reluctant to admit it even to herself, but she'd secretly been longing for the opportunity to just cuddle with Maryanna and be held safe in her wings, and maybe have a good cry and vent a little bit.
"Good girl! I'll be over there before you can say "Tickle my nose with a feather and bless me when I sneeze!" Maryanna replied quickly, hanging up the phone.
Pink just stood there for a moment, staring at her compact silver phone with the Bambi charm dangling from it, as the busy signal droned on.
"Uh…yeah, see ya then," she replied in bewilderment, and snapped her phone closed.
Arrgh, this HAS to be about my latest upload to my Flickr stream, Pink thought to herself as she got ready. It just has to be.