Apparently Fiorella the firestarter has a fair amount of babushka in her, those shawled old women who gathered firewood in Eastern European forests. Yes, Fio can't take a walk up to the mailbox without spotting promising branches which she breaks up and lugs back to the family woodpiles.
Fiorella doesn't like to see anything go to waste, you see, particularly in this economy, and those branches are just lying there all over the ground, especially after a windy day.
But today she came back with something even better, a feather that she found lying in the driveway. Husband said it was from a buzzard, but Fio knows better. It was from a phoenix.
Our country will rise again, and so will Fiorella.
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