The Tour Guide
It never gets old.
“And as you look off to your right and left, you’ll see the glorious Grand Canyon. As we fly over it, remember that few who walk this great Earth get to do what we do. So, please take in the magnificent structure color, the vast expanse of the Canyon itself, and majesty of it as the sun begins to set. As we fly by, we’ll fly in silence as a tribute to the Creator.”
Cane turned around to make sure he still had a following. He himself had been caught up by the Canyon’s beauty that he forgot who he was and his role this time around.
“Hey, someone go get those two. Kids these days. Sheesh.”
“Hey, watch what you’re saying there, Cane,” Seth said. “Those two are mine. A little rambunctious, but that’s what makes ‘em unique.”
“Sorry, my bad. Would you go after them so we can continue our tour without stops?”
“I’m getting tired,” someone deep within the pack said. “Can we stop and rest?”
“Stop and rest? We still have Hoover Dam to see and the crème de la crème, Las Vegas. Trust me. You can’t miss those two places, both for different reasons. But, I suppose we can take a breather for a bit. Unfortunately, we’re directly over the Grand Canyon so there’s nowhere to rest for at least another hour.”
The whining continued but there wasn’t a lot Cane could do at this point. There was no going back because they were over the middle of the Canyon.
Cane was the only one that seemed to be taking in the view. It was certainly a life others could admire. He couldn’t believe the American Association of Canada Geese would pay him to be their tour guide. Even though those in his charge today were getting tired, he could never tire of the view from his office.
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