November 10, 2014 – Today, I discovered the thrill of fortune cookies! We had a beer delivery to make at Flounder’s Pub and Grill. Clementine, the hostess, had been the recipient of a surprise birthday party the night before given to her by her co-workers. Leftovers of cake and spareribs, fried rice and fortune cookies overflowed the kitchen. Already having her fill, Clementine asked us if we would care to take the leftovers home. It was such a thoughtful gesture, sharing the gift of delectable cuisine with the two of us. Sawyer and I thanked her profusely. We couldn’t wait to find a nice picnic spot where we would pull the truck over and dig into the tasty tidbits. We scoffed down every last delicious bite, saving the fortune cookies for last.
“There’s an entire bag of these,” said Sawyer. “Maybe we should save them to share with the rest of the flock.”
“I agree,” I said, wiping my beak with a napkin. Then I felt terribly guilty. “We should have saved everything to share.”
We sat in silence for a moment before Sawyer came up with a brilliant solution.
“Why don’t we pick up an order of Chinese food on the way home? It will be an unexpected surprise and we’ll feel so much better sharing this experience with everyone else.”
So that’s what we did. Sawyer phoned in an order to a place called the Lucky Blossom and we stopped to pick it up on the way home. Inside our bag were even more fortune cookies.
“At least we’ll get to open all of these together!” Sawyer exclaimed peering into the brown paper bag. But then curiosity got the better of her.
“Actually, maybe we should open one and see if the message is appropriate for poultry. You know, we have the bantams to consider. They’re not yet a year old. And then there are the ducks. We wouldn’t want to offend anyone if these are filled with jokes that are meant for a more mature audience.”
“No, of course not.” I agreed. “Maybe we should open a couple of them. That way we’ll get the gist of what’s inside the others.”
“Splendid idea!” said Sawyer.
With a quick peck to the package, Sawyer broke open the first cookie and pulled out the hidden message delicately, as if the small strip of paper was a ribbon of white silk.
“What does it say? What does it say?!” I asked excitedly, careful to keep my eyes on the road.
“It says: Your fortune will be found in another cookie.”
“Odd. Open another one.”
Sawyer unfurled the next message.
“This one says… How much deeper would the ocean be without sponges?”
“Oooh – that’s deep! Try another!”
The message in the third cookie said, “He who throws dirt is losing ground.”
“Well that’s reasonable advice,” I stated. “Try just one more.”
That message proclaimed, “Keep your words soft and sweet in case you have to eat them.”
“Remarkable!” I declared. “Each message is so different. It’s hard to get an overall sense of what they’re trying to tell us. My tea readings are much more accurate than these little fortunes.”
“Maybe we just haven’t read enough of them,” Sawyer suggested.
And so, for the rest of the ride home, we opened and read the message that was tucked inside every single cookie. In the end, we each learned something new.
For Sawyer, it is the three things you cannot hide: Love, smoke, and a man riding an elephant. As for me, I am now enlightened over the fact that: 1) I am unique, just like everyone else, 2) If I run in front of a car I will get tired, and most importantly, 3) I may have trouble finding camouflage pants.