Sshhhh Alice, the bird eating monster will hear and turn us into blue bird pie, whispered old Harry who was too busy watching out, to look at Alice. He knew it was young Alice the chatterer of the blue bird flock. She talked incessantly, never stopping, driving the rest of the clan crackers.
Alice snapped her beak shut, her eyes bulged and her blue feathers shook with fear. Her brothers and sisters had told her the most terrible tales of only scattered feathers after the bird monster had had his supper.
Horace stretched out his wing and gave her a hug; he was the kindest and the gentlest in the blue bird family. Hetty, Hildy and Henny shuffled slowly toward the end of the trunk of the palm tree thinking that they could fade into the green leaves. They could do with some hugs too.
Herbert the brave, the second in command, stood guard at the front, He was the soldier of the group, his strategy was to go for the Hawk's throat with his big strong beak.
Suddenly, they saw Harry look up, heard the swish of the Hawk's wings up above, watched Herbert's body tense for his lurch upwards ...... then quietness filled the air.
Yah, Alice squealed joyously, I am hungry, let's find some dates.
Harry sounds like some of our mothers with his terrifying tales.
Herbert must be the bravest of them all
I love Horace the best though.
Thanks for joining us @angiemitchell , best wishes for the challenge.
I am so tardy with replying at times, my apologies @sof-su, life gets in the way. We all need a Horace in the family. It is a pleasure and lot of fun to be part of this writing challenge. 💛
Well that sounds like great teamwork!
Hahaha, the only way @chocolatescorpi. Lovely to find you on this site. Have a lovely day.
Yep that's right, teamwork makes the dream work- IF you've got the right team with you...