Where is the Wind? (Chapter Three - Part One)
by Dannielle Viera
The Wind quickly took off the yellow clothes and helmet, and he bolted out of the fire station as fast as his new legs would carry him. When he was out of sight of the fire station, he slowed down to a jog. Eventually, tired from running, he plonked himself down on a bench near a cafe. As he took a moment to catch his breath, he watched the cafe waiters dart about from table to table. Every time they brought a plate of food to a diner, the person smiled at the waiter and said, ‘Thank you.’
The Wind couldn’t believe his eyes and ears! Being a waiter must be the best job in the world – hungry people are always happy and grateful when waiters bring food to them. He crept closer to the cafe to watch the waiters in action, and saw a sign on the window:
We need a new waiter to join our busy team. Experience is not necessary, as training is provided.
See the manager if you’re interested in this position.
The Wind clapped his hands with delight. Finally, things were going his way! He entered the cafe and spotted the manager straightaway. A tall, thin man in a black shirt with a bright purple bow tie was standing in the middle of the room, waving his arms around while giving instructions to the waiters. He looked like a police officer directing traffic! The Wind walked up to the manager and waited patiently to be noticed. Finally, the manager turned to the Wind. ‘What can I do for you?’ he asked, looking down his nose with a smug smile.
Standing as tall and proud as he could, the Wind replied, ‘I’d like a job as a waiter, please.’
The manager eyed the Wind with a look of doubt on his face. ‘Have you ever worked as a waiter before?’
‘No,’ answered the Wind, ‘but your sign says “Experience is not necessary”. I want to be the best waiter in the whole wide world, so I’ll do everything you tell me.’ He looked up at the manager with keen eyes.
The manager rubbed his face and gazed around the cafe. ‘Well, we are short-staffed at the moment. I suppose I can give you a trial. Pick up a pad and pencil from the counter, and ask the people at table five what they would like. Write down what they say, and then give the paper to the chef in the kitchen. When the chef has prepared the meal, take it to the table.’