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Birds

Mother Bird: “Make sure you wrap up before going outside”

Child: “I’m a bird, I don’t need to”

Mother Bird: “Well make sure you drop me a text so I know you got there safely”

Child: “Again, I’m a bird, we don’t have mobiles”

Mother Bird: “Fine, just make sure you come back for your tea please. I don’t want it to go cold or uneaten”

Child: “For the last time, I’m a bird, we have no concept of time and we have no kitchen in our nest to cook food”

This is what it must be like for a chick to be living with a senile bird.

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"I loved writing as a child, loved making up silly stories. They came built-in to my brain, almost like an Ikea instruction manual. The focus these days is to figure out how to now turn them into books" Tanya Butler, June 2018

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