It was a sunny Tuesday afternoon, and Lincoln was ready for action. As the main person of Crystal Purity Commercial Cleaning Company, he loved pitching in on cleaning jobs—sometimes a little too much. Today, he was assigned to help clean Mrs. Carter’s dusty old bookstore, a place packed with towering shelves and ancient books.
Lincoln swooped into the shop, his eagle eyes gleaming with excitement. “Time to make this place shine like a crystal!” he announced, puffing out his chest.
He decided to start with the high shelves, which were coated in a thick layer of dust. Lincoln figured his wings would make the perfect feather duster. Why use a boring old cloth when you’ve got natural talent, right? He flapped his wings hard, aiming to blow the dust away in one mighty gust.
Big mistake.
The dust didn’t just move—it exploded into a giant gray cloud that filled the room. Books toppled off the shelves, and Lincoln started coughing like crazy. “Well,” he wheezed, “I guess I just gave the dust a promotion to ‘airborne’!”
Next, Lincoln spotted a broom in the corner. Determined to fix his mess, he grabbed it with his talons and tried to sweep the floor. But brooms aren’t made for eagle feet. He hopped around, dragging the broom in wild zigzags, knocking over a stack of encyclopedias in the process.
“Oops!” Lincoln chirped. “Looks like I’m sweeping and redecorating!”
Then came the worst part. Trying to be extra helpful, Lincoln decided to polish a big glass display case full of rare books. He grabbed a spray bottle—upside down, of course—and squirted cleaner all over himself instead of the glass. His feathers got soaked, and he slipped, sliding across the floor like an eagle on ice.
“Whoa!” he squawked, crashing into a pile of paperbacks. “I think I just invented the eagle skate-clean!”
Just then, Mrs. Carter walked in, her jaw dropping at the sight: dust everywhere, books scattered, and Lincoln sitting in a soggy heap of feathers.
“Lincoln, what happened to my bookstore?” she asked, hands on her hips.
Lincoln gave a sheepish grin. “Uh, I was going for ‘sparkly clean,’ but I think I landed on ‘sparkly chaos’ instead.”
Mrs. Carter couldn’t help it—she burst out laughing. “You’re a mess, Lincoln! But don’t worry, I called the Crystal Purity team. They’ll sort this out.”
Sure enough, the professional cleaners arrived in record time. With their expert skills, they swept up the dust, stacked the books, and polished the display case until it gleamed. Even Lincoln’s soggy feathers got a quick dry-off.
As they finished, Lincoln apologized. “Sorry, team. I guess my eagle instincts aren’t cut out for cleaning.”
The lead cleaner smiled. “No harm done, Lincoln. Your heart’s in the right place—and you sure keep things entertaining!”
Mrs. Carter nodded. “It’s the most fun I’ve had in this shop in years. And now it’s cleaner than ever, thanks to Crystal Purity!”
Lincoln perked up, his pride restored. “Guess I’ll stick to cheering you all on from now on!”
And so, another day at Crystal Purity Commercial Cleaning Company ended with a spotless space and a happy client—all thanks to the pros, and a little chaos from Lincoln’s hilarious hijinks.
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