"Well I certainly don't know," said Charlie.   "I feel like I've lost all sense of direction.   I have no idea where we are nor what we should do.   Hear those crickets?   Night time is coming and it looks like it is going to rain again.   We'd better find a place to get to so we can stay dry."

Horace plodded up the driveway.   On the right was a large shed with a tractor, plow and horse trailer inside.   The big doors were open.

"I know what that trailer is," said Horace.   "Mr. Johnson has one just like it.   When he bought me from the neighbor, Mr. Baker, he brought me home in it.   It will be dry and there probably is some oats in it.   Let's go in there and wait until morning to leave again."

Stuart said, "That's all right with me.   I'm so tired and still shaking from that hobo trying to take me apart.   I could sleep anywhere.   I even miss my garden."   A tear slid slowly down Stuart's pillowcase face.

"Come on kid," said Charlie.   "Don't start getting weepy on me.   You wanted to get out of the garden and out of the rain.   Now don't start wanting to go all the way back home tonight.   Remember the hobo?   We might meet him again and he might finish the job he almost started on you."

"Okay, Charlie.   You're right," said Stuart.   "Let's get into the trailer before anyone sees us or it starts to rain again.   We can sleep here tonight.   Can we go home tomorrow?"

"Sure can, kid," said Charlie.   "I've got to get on my way south anyway.   The nights are starting to get real cold lately.   I need to rest my wings for my long journey to Florida."

"Florida?" asked Horace.   "What is Florida?"

"Get me inside horse and I'll tell you all about it."

Horace grabbed the strap on the door with his teeth.   He yanked hard and the door to the horse trailer swung open.   He carried Stuart inside.   Charlie flew in and pulled the door shut after them.   He rested on the edge of the feeding trough.

"Well, horse, you're in luck," Charlie said.   "There are lots of oats in here and some nice clean straw to lay down on."

While Horace munched away on the oats, Stuart sat down in the straw and laid back against the side of the trailer.

"Tell us what Florida is, Charlie.   Please?"

"Well boys," Charlie said.   "Florida is not a "what" it is a "where".   A place where I live in the winter.   It is a wonderful place, warm and sunny most of the time.   I'm not as young as I use to be and in the winter, my legs ache from the cold.   My parents use to fly down to Florida every winter.   I remember going there when I was just a youngster.   Now that they are in the Big Birdhouse in the Sky, I still go to Florida.   To remember the good times we had there and to get these old legs warmed up."