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THE SINGING BIRD |
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Story book for ages 8 to 12 |
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An
ambitious cuckoo abandons her gifted daughter in the
homely crow’s nest, only to find out, too late, that her
daughter’s talent surpasses her own. Melody, the gifted
one, is one of God’s own, and her beautiful soul
resonates with music and love and changes all those who
come in touch with her.
Cuckoo is ambitious and avaricious and abandons her egg
in Maggie, the crow’s nest. Maggie has aspirations for
her brood of four and hopefully names them Do-ray
Me-far, So-la, and Ti-do after the seven notes of music
and even hires Monsieur Tar-tar, the frog with a VOICE,
to train them. The hapless animals of Jungle-Land try
various tricks to deal with the din until a contest
announced by the despotic King Koo-Toot sends them
flying to the Land of Birds. Here, Melody competes
against her biological mother who tries every trick to
trounce her until she realizes Melody is her own
daughter. The antics of a menagerie of wacky animals add
laughter to this roller coaster of fun and frolic
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EXCERPT |
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Chap
6 Conniving Kuukku.
Crafty Kuukuu gets magic potion for her throat
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“We will see who dare take my
place “she later ranted to her
bird-in waiting as she paced up
and down . “ I have a lot of
tricks tucked under my wings and
I will use every means, fair or
foul, to crush anyone who dare
come in my way!!” she screamed.
Just then her attention was
drawn to the Television .A
nightingale was coughing and
clawing her throat. Then a green
vial with a sparkling green
liquid appeared floating in the
air towards her .She clutched at
the vial and glug , glug , glug
, emptied it one breath
And lo behold , the nightingale
was warbling away like there was
no tomorrow. A caption appeared
-- THE MAGIC POTION FOR SORE
THROAT – FOWLIS ‘FAIR. Get your
bottle today and be rid of the
cat –got- your- tongue feeling
evermore. Manufactured by the
SINGSONG company in China.
Approval awaited by the Foul
Drug Administration (FDA).
“This is what I need right away
“Kuukuu exclaimed “and I can’t
be bothered to wait for any
approval.”
She called for her two spies, a
chattering magpie and a thieving
jackdaw. The two fluttered in.
The magpie, which could not help
chattering launched into a spiel
right away. “Good evening
Madame. What a delightful
evening. We are honored to be of
service to you.
Just the other day I was telling
my friend, Mr. Jack Dawson, it
has been a long time since we
have had the pleasure of meeting
Madame Kuukuu. I hope she has
not forgotten us .And lo behold,
you sent for us. And I thought
to myself, Ash what the heart
wishes for, the cosmic
vibrations…”
Kuukuu who was tapping her feet
impatiently, cut her short, “Oh
stop your foolish chatter, you
silly bird. Listen to me both of
you.
I want you to go and steal the
new magic potion FAIRIS
FOWL from China. So get ready to
travel at once. “The Jackdaw who
was much more practical and a
bird of few words merely said,
“We will need payment and an
expense account.”
“Of course “said Kuukuu
sarcastically “I knew you would
bring that up. I am not
expecting any free service from
the likes of you. " |
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“Oh no no no, that is not fair
Madame. We are humble birds but
we have a home and family to
feed. I, myself, have |
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seven children. There is Monday,
Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday”
said Magpie.“I can guess the names of the
other three,” said Kuukuu
sarcastically, ”and I am not
interested in your noisy brood.
Don’t give me an earache and
just go and get the potion. I
will instruct the treasury to
give you the necessary amount.
Now go, you are giving me a
headache” Kuukuu said rudely.
The jackdaw and the magpie
turned to fly away but as was
his habit the jackdaw had put
away a little silver bric-a-brac
in his pocket. When he reached
the door the maid –in-waiting
stopped him and held out her
hand. The jackdaw dipped in his
pocket and returned the silver
ornament to her.
“Force of habit” he said sourly.
Then the dour Mr. Jack Dawson
and the chattering magpie flew
away.
Kuukuu could hear Magpie
chattering as she flew off and
sighed deeply. “Is it my fate to
be surrounded by a bunch of
silly, ignorant, bird brains and
thieving rascals,” she thought.
It was obvious she was not aware
of the phrase that you and I
know that, Birds of a feather
flock together. Good guys stay
with good guys and bad guys find
each other to hang out. |
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