Part 2, Walter the Warthog and the Big Apple
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Tears, snorts, hugs and laughter were shared at the airport as Walter boarded the British Airways 747. Both of his parents were at the airport, even Willie and Woslo had shown up from Paris and lots of people from the village. Although sad, Walter’s best friend, Carlos the Crab had arrived and was up to no good. His favorite thing to do was to tickle people. There were a lot of tears, but a lot of laughter. It took Walter forever to say goodbye to everyone and as he strolled onto the plane he let out a tiny little tear. As the plane took off and slowly climbed to 35,000 feet, Walter smiled and thought of all the people he was going to help working for the United Nations. He fell asleep, snoring very loudly. Zzzzz, snort, Zzzzz, snort.
7 ½ hours later, the plane landed at JFK and Walter awoke. A few of the passengers on the plane gave him some strange looks because of the snoring. Walter just smiled at them and let out a snort. He walked off the plane and headed to customs where they checked Walter’s passport and work permit. “Everything’s in order Mr. Warthog, enjoy your time in New York City,” the customs officer said. “Thank you ever so much,” Walter replied. From there Walter grabbed his luggage and stepped outside the airport. “Oh my goodness,” Walter muttered to himself. Outside of the airport it was total chaos. Busses, cars, taxicabs, busy people running around – Walter took a deep breath and thought. “I need to get to my hotel.”
When Walter accepted the job offer, he was told that a limousine would pick him up at the airport and take him directly to the hotel. Walter would check in, perhaps do a little sightseeing, get a good nights sleep, and report to work the next morning. After all, he had a lot of important work to do for the United Nations. As Walter looked around outside of the airport he saw a limousine parked about 100 yards away. That had to be his limousine he thought, it was the closest one. Walter trudged down to the limo with his luggage, saying hello, smiling and snorting as he passed other travelers and reached the limousine. The limousine was very long and shiny. He opened up the back door, threw in the luggage and sat down in luxury. The interior was spotless and beautiful. There was a television, video games, refrigerator, sunroof, snack bar, you name it! “I must be the luckiest Warthog alive!” Walter said. He sat there patiently, reviewing some the paperwork the United Nations had sent to him. The flight had been long and Walter was still tired. He had been up very late for his going away party and slowly, very slowly, Walter drifted into a deep sleep in the very comfortable limousine. Zzzzz, snort, Zzzzz, snort. Walter was fast asleep.
When Walter finally awoke from his nap, he found himself in a big garage with other limousines. “Oh my goodness,” he said, “This isn’t the Crown Plaza Hotel.” He quickly gathered his stuff and got out of the limo. There were limousines everywhere, it seemed like they went on forever. Walter headed to the very end of the garage where it looked like there might be an office. Luckily his big suitcase had wheels on it. A few minutes later, he arrived and entered the office but no one was there. He went outside and saw someone that was cleaning a limousine. “Excuse me sir, is there no one in the office today?” Walter questioned. “Not at the moment buddy, they’re all on break.” Walter thought about this, how did this happen? “Well which way is the Crown Plaza?” The man stopped cleaning and laughed. “The Crown Plaza, in Manhattan?” “It’s thataway” And the man pointed, chuckling. “Thank you for your help” Walter responded and nodded respectfully. So with his big, heavy suitcase on wheels, Walter started walking in the direction the good man had pointed. The Sun staring right down on him.
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