The Enid Blyton Holiday Book - complete online version

41 Illustrated Children's Stories from Enid Blyton

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" And it's very plucky of him to wait on the table and tell us when the cat is gone," said a gleaming starling. " That cat might easily pounce on him."
Feathers heard what everyone was saying and he chirruped in delight to himself. He was doing something very mean—and here were the others praising him and thinking him such a fine, brave fellow.
" I'm clever, I am," thought Feathers. " They're all stupid. I'm the only clever one. See how easily I am tricking them! I keep them all away from the food till I've taken the best."
He pecked away busily, pretending to keep an eye on the cat all the time. Then, when he had eaten all the best scraps, he chirruped to the others:
" You can come down to the table safely now, for the cat has gone. I saw him slink away. He's afraid of me! "
The birds flew down and fed. They were very polite to Feathers, for they all thought he was a charming and helpful fellow.
The next day Feathers spied some cake-crumbs in the next-door-but-one-garden. He loved these, for they were sweet. The children had eaten their tea in the garden and had left a great many cake-crumbs about. Feathers was pleased.
" Nobody else seems to have seen them," said Feathers to himself. " That's lucky. I shan't share them with anyone. I'll just fly down and get them."
As he was about to fly down, a small hen-sparrow chirruped to him from the roof:
The cat really was there.
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