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Harriet the Flamingo was the fastest flamingo in her flock of friends. She loved to race, and she loved to win. She had become so fast that she hardly ever lost a race. Her friends suggested doing other things they were good at, but she always said, "No, I'm good at flying, why should I try something else?"
One day a new family joined their flock and a new flamingo came to school. Her name was Hannah, and she loved to run. Hannah didn't like to fly any more than necessary for a flamingo. Soon Harriet found herself alone after school; all of her friends wanted to run races with Hannah, instead flying with Harriet. Harriet felt left out and decided she really didn't like Hannah.
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"Why don't you just join the other kids dear?" Her mom asked one night when Harriet came home feeling especially upset. Her best friend Jasper wanted to run home with Hannah, rather than fly home with Harriet.
"Mom, I'm no good at running!" Harriet moaned.
"I would lose every race, and it wouldn't be any fun. I'm a flamingo, flamingos are supposed to fly," she huffed.+
"Flamingos are supposed to do whatever they are interested in doing Harriet. We aren't limited to flying just because we have wings," said her mother, who was feeding Harriet's baby brother.
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