The humans are still closing in. I take one last look at mummy and fly up, I fly up high, beyond the trees and the fire. But I realise something is wrong. I feel heavier, like my wings cannot hold my ...
As I open my eyes I have no idea what’s happening. Around me I hear roaring, gun shots, sobbing. My nest suddenly catches aflame. I fly quickly down to my woodland habitat. Mistake. I dart this way and that, avoiding those Timor as feet which have my fate
My teacher is strange. As in strange, strange. Yesterday we all smelt a nice smell which was wafting around the classroom, minding it's own business. My teacher went on a smell hunt, literally. Sniffi...