Bro crouched down ready to pounce on the baby silvereye before him.
“Please, don’t eat me!” The little bird squealed, “Why not?” Bro asked licking his lips.
“My Mummy will be upset; I am the only baby left!”
Bro thought of the juicy meal the mother would make. This tiny bird would be a mouth of fluff! “Okay, where is your nest?”
“That tree by the fence.”
Bro gulped, “That old tree covered with ivy?” He shuddered, weird noises came from it.
“Man up!” he told himself, as he picked up the fledgling gently and started to make his way to to the old dark relic at the edge of the garden.
Next installment will be next Monday.
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