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@stevenwood wrote this wonderful story that may be the inspiration for a children's book! How cool would that be?
Henrietta was sick of it!
The suffocating insistence of her parents that she knock constantly, ceaselessly and mercilessly for her poor sore beak. For what? She asked herself.
"You're a woodpecker, you peck at trees creating a knock... It's what you are expected to do"
Henrietta mocked her Father's monotone single faceted argument.
"My Father was a knocker, my Father's Father was a knocker ALL of our ancestors were knockers, Grandfather Walter on your Mother's side was a champion knocker 3 years running!"
Henrietta had other plans, she knew exactly what she wanted from her life. She wasn't going to waste her time, walloping her beak against a tree just to do what was expected from her for the sake of the family name.
"Knock like this" she said "Peck like that" mocking her knocking tutor from when she was just a chick, the bombastic Ms Tippytap. She knocked exaggeratedly like a bizarre parody of one of those 1970's headbanging heavy metal stars. Tears welled in the corners of her eyes as she contemplated a life being less than she knew she could be.
"Oh your Fathers just thinking of you my dear, he wants you to have an easy life, being different isn't any fun, you know!" Said her Mother Hortensia. You know something, my Mother always had a saying for times like these:
"No matter how much he tries a sparrow will never be a canary"
Henrietta was always bemused at her Mothers efforts to be helpful. She really loved her parents so much and wouldn't want to do anything to make them disappointed in her. Suddenly a plan struck her and she smiled knowingly.
She would invite them round to her place and prepare them a nice meal, normally she would go with something simple like mealworm but this time it was to be something very special. She prepared Bombyx Mori and Bombyx Mandarina served on a bed of white mulberry leaves. Silk moths and silk worms were her Fathers absolute favourite delicacy in the entire world.
The evening arrived and her parents were finished eating and with no small measure of trepidation, she realised it was now or never actually she also realised if she didn't take the leap now it would probably be never!
Henrietta stood in front of her parents and cleared her throat importantly. Henry and Hortensia shuffled nervously and wondered what was to come... Henrietta opened her beak wide and started to sing the opening strains from her Father's favourite operatic aria, the most beautiful, spellbinding sound filled the air, the hair on both her parents necks stood on end as they realised with heart-swelling pride that their Daughter Henrietta was destined to be a star...
The moral of the story? Oh I'm glad you asked Dear Reader: A sparrow must never try to be a canary
@daniella619 wrote this little tale where the bird seed plays a staring role!
Bird: Knock knock!
Food: Who's there?
Bird: it's me, Woodie
Food: oh dear, I see you right there. What can I do for you?
Bird: I want to invite you to the outside world, where there is no lockdown, no restrictions, no violence, peace at its peak.
Food: Yeah, I would love to be out there. But they told me how my great grandma was eaten immediately she stepped outside. I won't like that to be my case.
Bird: Oh no. Sorry for your loss. Civilization wasn't there when she was eaten.
Food: Yeah. That was what they told my grandfather before they cooked him.
Bird: Too bad for the news. But am telling you to trust me. No harm will come your way.
Food: That's right. Your fellow birds told my neighbor the same thing.
Bird: Okay. Can I sing for you?
Food: Sure. Feel free.
Bird: Come closer so that I can whisper in your ear.
Food: Hunger Shame! Hungrily Shamed! Hungrily Shameless! That's all I see. Keep your distance. Covid-19 transmission in progress.
@brittandjosie wrote, not about breakdancing, but rather neckdancing!
Did you know that in order to digest the food you find while flying around, gets in better when you do the neckdance, the neckdance is best done from left to right and it's a thing they do while eating. when they are finished eating that will stop. you see them swallow and move swallow and move. It really has rhythm and if they could sing they would do that to, but the parents always said don't sing with your mouth full.
so neckdance while you are eating, good luck.
1st @stevenwood 10 Hive
Runners up-
@daniella619 4 Hive
@brittandjosie 4 Hive
This was fun! Should we do it again?
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