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" Oh Ali the Acorn, I don't think we're in 

Alabama anymore." Sammy the Squirrel stated. 

Sammy could remember it like it was this 

morning, mostly because it happened this 

morning. It was a hot summer's day in Alabama. 

Naturally, Sammy wanted to cool off, so he and 

Ali the Acorn jumped into the Chattahoochee River 

for a quick swim. Out of the blue the current picked 

up, and Sammy was to weak to swim against it. For a 

few hours they were forcefully pushed by the running 

water. When the river finally started to slow down, 

they took the opportunity to climb out of the body of 

water onto land. 

Sammy looked around, and he couldn't tell 

where he was. From behind a nearby tree a small 

field mouse crawled out. "Hi, I'm Frankie the 

Field Mouse!" The creature happily exclaimed. 

"Do you know how we can get back to Alabama 

from here?" Sammy asked, words full of hope. 

Frankie paused to think for a moment. He then 

continued, "Well there's only one animal that can 

give you that answer. His name is...

The Brown Thrasher of Georgia."

"He, being our state bird, sees all and knows all. The 

Brown Thrasher constantly flies around Georgia visiting 

famous landmarks and the Seven Wonders of Georgia. 

You just have to travel to the landmarks and wonders and 

hope to spot him. If you do spot him, you have to call his 

name and list one fact about the landmark you're at. Then 

he will fly over and grant your wish." For example, he might 

have been at the Chattahoochee River and you're fact could 

have been that The Chattahoochee River forms part of the 

border between Alabama and Georgia. Frankie explained. 

"Sounds simple enough." Sammy said doubtfully. Frankie pointed 

to the right and said, "The first landmark you will pass is Springer 

Mountain." Then Frankie the Field Mouse sent Sammy the Squirrel 

and Ali the Acorn on their way.

After what seemed like miles of walking they 

finally arrived at a small wooden post. Engraved 

in the wood were the words SPRINGER 

MOUNTAIN. "Finally! We made it Ali, but I don't 

see the Brown Thrasher anywhere." Sammy sadly 

stated. However, they did learn that this mountain 

was part of the Blue Ridge Mountains and it ended 

the Appalachian Trail. As they turned around they 

bumped into someone. "Oh, sorry!" The animal 

apologized. "I'm Danny the Deer! Nice to meet you." 

Sammy and Danny shook paws. "Well, you're very sweet." 

Sammy complimented. 

"Not as sweet as the Cherokee Rose. I've always 

wanted to taste one. In fact I'm in search of one right 

now. Although it's Georgia's state flower, I haven't 

been able to find any." Danny explained. "I know! You can 

ask the Brown Thrasher for the flower! He will grant any 

wish as long as you can spot him! We're on our way to find 

him right now." Sammy Exclaimed. "Well where is he?"  

Danny asked. "We don't know we have to check all of the 

famous Georgia landmarks to find him." Said Sammy. "I've 

been searching the Blue Ridge all day and I can tell you he isn't 

at Tallulah Gorge, Amicalola Falls, or Brasstown Bald." Danny 

informed them. "Let's check the Okefenokee Swamp." Danny 

says. The three new friends skipped off singing, "We're Off to 

See the Wonders, The Wonderful Wonders of Georgia."

Next they searched the Ridge and Valley region. 

They went to Dalton, one of Georgia's 159 more 

famous counties. It was once the Carpet Capitol of 

America. However, no Brown Thrasher. They 

checked all of the remaining waterways including 

the Savannah River, which creates part of the 

border between Georgia and South Carolina. They 

found out that there are no large, natural lakes in 

Georgia, there are only man-made ones. From there 

they checked the Appalachian Plateau and still had no 

luck finding the Brown Thrasher.

The three friends ventured into the Piedmont region 

next. They fist stopped at Stone Mountain. "Are we 

there yet?" Danny whined. "Yep. This is it, Stone 

Mountain!" Sammy exclaimed. "Oh look! A brochure! 

Let's learn some facts in case the Brown Thrasher 

decides to show up." Sammy said. "AHAH!" A small voice 

screamed as the brochure was ripped from Sammy's hand. 

The group looked down to see that a small porcupine had the 

brochure and was throwing it out in the nearby trash can. 

"I'm the Poisonous Porcupine of Piedmont and you'll never get 

to The Brown Thrasher before me! I'm going to wish for 

everyone's wishes in the world. That way I can get everything I 

need to take over Georgia! I'm going to get you and you're little 

acorn too! MUWHAHAHA!" The small Hedgehog screamed. 

"OH NO!" Danny yelled. Sammy ran over to the 

garbage can and started searching for the 

pamphlet. Out of the metal bin jumped a small 

raccoon. "Oh I'm sorry, I didn't mean to disturb 

you." Sammy apologized. "Oh it's alright, I was just 

searching for a peach. I'm Rachael by the way. You see i 

just moved here to Georgia and I wanted to taste your 

state fruit." "I know! You can ask the Brown Thrasher for 

the fruit! He will grant any wish as long as you can spot him! 

We're on our way to find him right now." Sammy Exclaimed.  

"That would be great! Thanks for inviting me!" Rachael said. 

"Your Welcome, and if you don't mind me asking, do you 

know anything about Stone Mountain?" Sammy eagerly 

asked. 

"Well I've been here all day, i know a ton. My favorite fact 

is that it is 300 million years old." Rachael stated.

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