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Belinda Says Hay: “I Need a Drone”

Belinda Says Hay blog "I Need a Drone"

Hello. It's Belinda.

I’m in a bit of a situation over here and it has to do with my special "Earth Day” blog.

Earth Day was April 22. Which was also my birthday.

It's taking an extra long time to finish the blog. That's because I'm in over my head if you want to know the truth.

But I’m going to publish it next Sunday. Over the holiday weekend. "Rain or shine."

The thing is I need a few more photos. You all helped me with photos of your loos so that part is done.

Now I need photos of something else but I have to take them myself. And there's a wrinkle.

First, the "thing" is a few miles away and I don’t have a ride.

Second,  I want a “bird’s-eye view.” Which means I need a drone.

You may be wondering where I’m going to get a drone. I have no idea.

The pressure at work is starting to get to me. "To put it mildly."

Every week at the hay meeting the team asks the same thing. "Where's that special blog?  Where's that blog about the loo?"

I pretend I can't hear them but that won't work forever. Also I have new assignments coming in. I can't keep up.  

And when I get stressed out like this I don't sleep well. That's because I have weird dreams. 

Like the one I had last night for example.

I dreamed I was standing in a grassy field. It was a sunny day but not hot.

Suddenly I noticed something high in the air. Swooping to the left and then to the right. 

It was a drone.

"This is my lucky day," I thought in my dream.

Suddenly the drone froze in one spot. Then it turned and made a "beeline" to me.

I tried to watch it coming but I kept squinting. Too bright.

"Hey!" called the drone, from above me.

I didn't dare look.


I'm not a drone expert but this seemed hinky.

It swooped down and flew big loops around me. I closed my eyes and flattened my ears. This was getting out of hand.

Once again the drone called out.


You've got to be kidding me. I know that voice.

I opened my eyes. 

It was Little Fang. Except she was a bat.

Little Fang with a Bat Body

Now this is exactly why my roommate should use our real names.

She calls my boyfriend's companion "Little Fang" and "Little Bat" and look at what happens.

Anyway the next thing you know I woke up. The room was pitch black.

I heard it again.


It was Little Fang. Calling to me from inside her pen.

"You were thumping in your sleep."

So there you go. 

If you have a drone I can borrow, please ship it to me "ASAP." 



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