BB2K, Clucky and I did our final parade of the season tonight. When we got back, Clucky went straight to roost. Poor bird, I'm sure she was tired. We arrived a little late at the staging area, and found that the float had already moved into position in the line-up (which was about half a mile away). There was nothing for it; we had to hoof it, but there was plenty of time before the start of the parade. Just as we caught sight of the float, they moved the line-up forward, so we had to do an additional 3 or 4 blocks in double-time. But finally we got on the float, and took our positions and clicked on our battery-powered lights. BB2K sat up toward the front, holding a lamb. The lamb had been half asleep during the Carolina Beach parade; this time she was wide awake, and apparently in a conversational mood. She wished everyone a "Maaaa-ry Christmas" many times over. Clucky and I sat toward the back of the float. I imagine Clucky's wing must be tired after all that waving. We were close enough to the spectators to hear the conversations (the ambulance behind us only gave occasional chirps on its siren), so I frequently heard, "Oh, hey, look, see the pony?" or, "Bunnies!" But for some reason, every time I heard someone say something about a chicken, they were laughing so hard it was a little difficult to make out what they said. You'd think they'd never seen a star-spangled Hamburg before.