perched on a yellow wooden bar, chirped and tweeted and preened their
Andrew lay in
his mouse hole, tossing and turning. “I need a new pillow. This one is
lumpy and old.” He yawned and stretched. “I might as well get up. I
can't sleep with those noisy birds chirping.” Andrew crawled out of his
hole and ran around the kitchen floor in search of crumbs or bits of
cheese. After he'd scavenged enough for a meal, he sat in a corner and
patted his full tummy.
chattered away, watching Andrew running around.
looked up at the birds he had an idea. “Wait a minute. Birds have
feathers. I can gather their feathers and stuff them in my pillow. I've
always wanted a feather pillow. I wonder if the birds will give me some
of their feathers.” Andrew noticed a few lying on the ground under the
bird's perch. He gathered them into his arms and took them back to his
mouse hole. “There aren't enough yet. I need more. Hmm.”
When he peeked
out he saw that all three birds faced the same direction. “I wonder if I
can sneak up behind them and scare them. They'll be so frightened that
they'll shake more feathers off.” Andrew giggled. “That's a good idea!”
The birds saw
him come out of the mouse hole. He waved to them and pretended to search
for more food, running around the kitchen like a hungry mouse. After a
while the birds lost interest in him and sang a few more warbling songs.
This gave Andrew the chance he needed. He climbed onto the table, jumped
to the cupboard and ran along the top. When he stood right above the
birds, he let out a yell and jumped at the birds.
All three of
them squawked in terror. They flapped their wings and feathers flew
himself by grabbing the perch wires and then slid to the floor. A pile
of feathers were stacked high. He jumped inside them. “Whee! Feathers! I
knew it would work.” He carried them back to his mouse hole, leaving
three angry birds chirping in fury.
Andrew slept like a baby on his nice, new feather pillow.