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Baby Batty and Owleting



Baby Batty was sad. His big sad eyes were moist, sparkling and reflected the brilliant moon. What a night it has turned out to be!

He’d wandered off to a human’s house, you see, and hadn’t been able to remember his way back home on the big tree. And as he rested his tired little wings on the window sill,  a human kid walked in. And oh so loud did she scream! All Baby Batty was doing was sitting on her window sill, peering out into the night, looking for his home. He’d done absolutely nothing to scare her. Hmph, he thought, almost falling off from the window as she ran out of her room. Batty heard her scream for her Mommy.

Baby Batty was sad that humans were scared of him. He never did anything to scare them and yet they ran away, screaming, almost running into walls, their hands in the air flailing around like they had seen a ghost! Well, at least he was home, safe.

Just then he heard some voices from lower down in the tree. He hadn’t heard that voice before. He knew a dog’s woof, a cat’s meow, a cow’s moo, even a human talking without a break on a small something attached to the ears (those humans are a weird lot he thought), but this was different.

“Mommy, Mommy!” Baby Batty flew to their branch,”I heard a new sound. Do you know what that is?”

Bigmama Bat swooped her shiny wings & turned. “Oh they are our new neighbors, Batty. They moved in late last night.”

“Are they bats? They don’t sound like bats.” Batty tipwinged and peered suspiciously over the branch.

“They are a hooting family of Mrs and Mr Owl and their little baby who is . They have asked us to tea. Do you want to come along?”, asked Bigmama Bat as she dusted her wings and spread the night glitter around.

“Ok” said Baby Batty and quickly wore his tiny little mittens.

As he watched BigmamaOwl pour his mama some tea he suddenly heard, “Hey, what is your name?”. All he could see were two bright, round, big, naughty eyes. Baby Batty was taken by surprise. Where did those eyes come from? He almost jumped out of his wings. Phew.

“My name is Batty. Who are you?”

“I am Owletling and this is my new doll”.

Owletling loved to make new friends. At their last hollowInTheTree home, she’d made friends with the tree and all the leaves and the butterflies and the bees. Even grouchy Mr. Bear was Owleting’s friend.

“Do you want to sit on the ledge and play with me?” Owletling’s big bright eyes were wide with anticipation. She did not wait for Baby Batty to say anything, just pulled him after her on to the ledge.

“Why are you sad, Batty?”
“How do you know I am sad?”
“Your eyes told me”
“Who taught you to read eyes?”
“The big tree taught me”
“What happened then?”
“Then one night the big tree shook very hard, like it had the fever. It moaned and groaned and fell down on the road. ”
“That’s very sad.”
“But why are you sad?”
“I frightened a human. And I didn’t have to so a thing. They always scream and run away when they see me. Am I a monster?”
“You are Batty. Battys are batty. They are not monsters. Only monsters can be monsters. The human needs glasses.”
“Even the one with glasses got scared one day.”
“They just need better glasses then, to see that everyone is different.”
“Yeah, and they’ll never be able to fly. And you can. You don’t have to sit in a tin box to fly. Have you seen their tin boxes?”
“Yes, there are some in the sky!”
“And they wear pants!”
“You are so funny, Owletling.”
“Do you want a gummy bear?”
“Where did you get it from?”
“The bear who lived under the old tree made them for me. Its my new toy doll.”
“Lets go to the top branch of my tree. I’ll show you my favourite beach place!”

Baby Batty had made a friend. And he was never sad again. And the next time a human ran away from him scared, he’d laugh – because he didn’t need pants!

By NinjaDuckie

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ChumChum and Nana

shutterstock_69002632ChumChum and Nana sat on the swing, pushing it back and forth and all the while ChumChum talked about her school, and her friends, Adi, Tara and Mini. Nana’s pet dog Bruno slept with his head in ChumChum’s lap. She tickled him behind his ears, just to see them twitch in his sleep.

“You know Nana, the aeroplanebird is not a bird and it is not small either. When will I get to eat mangoes? Are those mangoes up there on the trees in your garden? Which bird is that? Your garden is so nice Nana. Can I water your plants tomorrow? I want to eat mangoes, Nana.” She chimed in one breath.

Nana laughed her tinkling laugh, “Do you want to walk with me and see the mango trees?”

Bruno sat straight and looked up at Nana. He was as happy as ChumChum to go to the garden. He grabbed his squeaky toy and ran after them on his stubby legs.

There was a hammock tied to two of the mango trees. Nana lay ChumChum on it and then lay down next to her. The sunlight streamed through the leaves and fell on to their faces. ChumChum raised her hand and moved it around to feel the warm rays play on her arm. She giggled “Nana, these sun rays are playing hide and seek with my arm”.

Nana raised her arm and pointed to the top of the tree “See there ChumChum, you see that green little thing? That is a baby mango.”

“But Nana, mangoes are yellow. My teacher showed us a picture.”

“Yes ChumChum, mangoes are yellow. But before they become yellow, they are green. And you know, the green ones are sour and not sweet like the yellow mangoes.”

“Sour like curd?”

“Umm, not like curd. Mango sour is a different sour. Like when you feel naughty and hide behind a chair and jump out in front of Mama and giggle. That giggle is sour. It tickles you.”

“I want to eat the sour mango, Nana, and laugh a naughty laugh.”

Now Nana had been hiding a mango in her satchel for just a time like this. She cut a small piece for ChumChum and herself. “Now we both will eat this after I count to three. Okay? One…two…three!”

ChumChum took a quick bite and the naughty mango tickled her teeth. She shut her eyes tight and squeaked. “NANA! The mango is so sour!”

Nana laughed, and ate her piece of mango and squeaked just like ChumChum.

“I want more Nana!”

Bruno looked up at them, wondered what the fuss was about and ran off to explore the garden. His favourite thing in the world to do.

By Ninja Duckie

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The Singing Fox

Once upon a time, there was a fox.


Yes, that’s how he spelt it.

Fox was special. He was brown and furry. And clever.

Now, you’ll say that all foxes are brown, furry and clever. But wait, this fox was truly special. Because this fox loved to sing. And he would often try to sing for his friends, the other foxes.

But the other foxes would make fun of him. “Stop it. You’re a fox, you’re not supposed to sing” they’d mock him.

Fox would feel bad and slink away. Nobody wanted to hear him sing.

But later, when no one was around, he would step outside his foxhole and sing to the sky. He would sing of the moon and the stars. He would smell the flowers in the field and listen to the gurgling of the stream… and sing his favourite songs.

He was happiest when he was alone and singing.

One day, Fox and his skulk (yes, that’s what they call their group) went hunting for food. At the edge of the woods, they saw a farmhouse with lots of animals. There were Horses, Cows, Sheep, Pigs, Dogs and his favourites – the Hens.

“I hope I find some nice eggs for dinner”, he thought as they sneaked in to the farm.

He was about to enter the coop when he heard something.

He turned and followed the sound until he found a girl sitting on a log of wood, strumming her guitar.

Fox could not resist. He loved the music. He began to sing along.

The girl stopped playing and turned to him.

“You don’t sound like a human, but you sing well for a fox” she smiled.

Fox went closer to her and sat at her feet.

“Let’s play some more songs” said the girl.

And so they played many songs that evening.  They sang of an old man and his farm, of a bird called the kookaburra and a princess called Jasmine.

Suddenly, there was a screech and a big car came through the gate.

“Thing! What are you doing? Is that a fox? Shoo!” shouted a voice.

It was the girl’s Mom.

Our quick brown fox jumped over the fence and ran towards the woods.

When he felt safe, he stopped. His heart was beating fast. His knees were shaking. But he was so happy!

He had never sung so many songs in front of anyone. And Thing had not made fun of him. She had been nice to him!

Fox felt good. As we walked back home he sang more songs loudly.

When he reached home, the other foxes asked him, “Where were you? We kept looking for you”.

“Oh, I had lost my way, but now I’m fine” he said and continued to sing. He was no longer afraid of what they would say.

Thanks to Thing, Fox sang happily ever after.

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ChumChum and the Snail

Chumchum sat in her little rocking chair, looking out the window. She was thinking up her ack-the-vee-tees for today. Should she cook a stew for her dolly or  take Cwockodile to the sea for a bath? She rocked her thinking chair back and forth, her head bobbing along. There were potted plants all around and the sky was quite cloudy.

Chumchum stopped; she thought she heard something. Oh, it was the sky rumbling again. Sky’s mama may not have fed the poor thing yet, she thought. And Sky will start crying soon. Sky rumbled again! Oh poor Sky, must be so, so, so hungry! She got up from her chair and peered up at the sky. “Hey Sky, would you like some jelly beans while your mama makes you lunch?”

As Chumchum dug around for the jelly beans in her pocket she saw something green and tiny move in one of the flower pots. She squinted. She tilted her head first to the left, and then right. She put her hands on her knees and bent down to take a closer look. She tilted her head first to the left, and then right, while holding on to her knees. She got down on her knees to get an even closer look. On her knees, she tilted her head first to the left, and then right. Suddenly, the green thing moved again!

ChumChum remembered seeing a picture of this little creature somewhere. It was in her school alphabet book. Off she ran to her room and came back with the book. She sat down cross legged on the floor, right in front of the pot, taking care to keep the green thing in sight. She looked into her book –  the first page, then the next, and next, and next. There it was, under S. She read aloud S-N-A-I-L. She mouthed the word out loud: Suh-na-ail. She had found a snail. It looked just like it did in the book. It had two tiny antenna on its head and a house on its back. It moved ever so slowly, pushing itself around with its house on its back.

“Mama! Look what I found! It Mister S-N-A-I-L! He has come visiting me from the book.”

By Ninja Duckie

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Munia plays in the garden

It was a bright and sunny Sunday morning, and little Munia was the only one in the entire house who was awake. She poked her head out from her warm woolly blanket and stared at the ceiling. She twisted her head and knew that this was the best time to play. She jumped out of her bed and hopped and skipped her way into the garden.

“Hello Garden!”
“Bright morning Sun!”
“Merriness to you, fast-growing green grass!
“Happy good morning, cobbled stones!”
“Merry nid-noddy morning, dancing daisies!”
“Hello! My petulant petunias.”
“Cheery-cheery day, big blue gate!”
Yes, Munia had a special greeting for everyone in the garden. A yellow butterfly came close to Munia’s cheek, fluttered her wings and flew away.
Munia shouted out, “Happy day! Happy day! Happy-happy day!!” Munia danced and pranced and shouted out happily at everyone.

“Yes, I’ve I wished them all!” Munia declared and flopped belly-up on the grass utterly pleased with herself.
“But you didn’t wish me.” Munia heard a tiny whisper.
Munia looked around startled. “Who is that?” she asked.
“Here, and don’t crush me.” The tiny voice replied.
“I can’t see you.” Munia peered into the grass.
“That’s because I’m sitting on your nose.” the little voice giggled.
“But I cannot see you.” Munia got quite cross-eyed from trying to stare at her nose.
“I want to see you. I want to play with you.” Munia crinkled her nose, attempting to see.
“If you can guess who I am, I’ll play with you.” The little voice giggled.
“Do you have wings?” Munia loved guessing games.
“Yes, my wings are very red and have dots on them.”
“Can you fly?” Munia asked
“Yes, I can.” The voice trilled.
“Are you a bird?” Munia asked.
“One half of my name is a bird. But I have no beak.” The voice replied.
“Are you an angel?” Munia asked softly.
“I don’t wear pretty dresses but I’m half a lady.” The voice replied.
“Are you a bug?” Munia was beginning to get close to the answer.
“Yes, you’ve to tell me my name.” The bug warbled excitedly.
“I know. I know.” Munia shouted in excitement. “You are a ladybird bug! You are a ladybug!”
“Yay! You got that right!” The ladybird shouted. She jumped off Munia’s nose and landed on her palm. And the two new friends danced and jumped and played all morning!

The next time you are in the garden just look out for the pretty red polka-dotted ladybugs and you too can play with them all day!

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Caterpillar and Peacock

Once upon a time there was a big, big jungle. The jungle had hundreds and hundreds of trees. There was one banyan tree that was over a thousand years old. And on it lived a caterpillar. He had a hundred legs and crawled really slowly. He spent his days chewing on the fresh green leaves of the banyan tree.

The caterpillar’s best friend was a peacock. Peacock had a slender, bright blue and green neck. He also had a pretty crown on his head that made him look like the king of the birds! He would fly all across the jungle in search of food and water. He would come to the tree every evening and tell the caterpillar how beautiful and vast the jungle was. They talked about the monkeys, bears, bees. And the pretty, wild flowers that grew near the lake.

The caterpillar was slow and he knew he could not undertake such a long journey to explore the beautiful jungle. He always wished he could join the peacock on his adventures, especially to see the lovely, colourful flowers he had heard about.

The peacock knew his friend was sad that he could not see the beautiful world he saw every day. He would occasionally bring the wild flowers and berries for the caterpillar. But the more flowers his friend got him, the more curious the caterpillar got!

One day, the caterpillar woke up to a bright morning. It was brighter than usual. The yellow sun shone brilliantly on the fresh green leaves. The birds were chirping louder than usual, like welcoming a new day with more enthusiasm. The caterpillar thought something is very different about this morning. He looked down to the water puddle to see his reflection.

He was so surprised at what he saw! In place of his regular reflection, he saw two bright, colourful wings! He had transformed into a butterfly! His wings had the prettiest colours nature had ever created. Orange, yellow, red, in the most beautiful designs he had ever seen.

His transformation from a caterpillar to a butterfly was complete, and he realized he could flap his wings and fly! He waited for his friend, the peacock to come see him, so he can show him how he had changed. The two friends could now explore the jungle together. They could go to the lake where he would smell the sweet smell of flowers and drink their sweet juice, while the peacock sang beautiful songs.

Evening brought the peacock, who was so very happy to see the caterpillar. “Come, my friend, it’s a beautiful world out there” he said, and both of them flew into the magical new world.

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Orange the Orangutan

There once was a young Orangutan named ‘Orange’, which was a strange name for an Orangutan, but we will get to that.

You’re probably a smart kid who watches the National Geographic channel and knows that a male duck-billed platypus has poisonous spines on his front legs, but if you happen to be one of those outdoors types that actually prefers to be outdoors playing instead of playing at being outdoors, well, let me give you the short version.

An Orangutan is a large ape with reddish-brown fur and really long arms that lives in faraway places like Indonesia and the San Diego Zoo. ’Orangutan’ means ’Man of the forest’ and people probably called them that because they looked like…well…men of the forest. Granted, they are a bit on the furry side, but no more so than some poor fellow who has had to live in the jungle with no access to hot water and a razor to shave with!

Our friend Orange felt like neither an exceptionally hairy man nor a fruit but, truth be told, he didn’t feel much like an Orangutan either. You see, thanks to the fact that he was named ‘Orange’, and was twice as small as the other Orangutan children; the others would often make fun of him. Now how do you think that made him feel? You can choose from the list below. It’s what teachers like to call a ‘multiple-choice question’ which is fancy language for ‘pick one’:

a. Orange was thrilled the other Orangutan kids made fun of him.

b. Orange hated being made fun of and wanted to stuff their ears with bananas!

c. Orange would crawl into his Mommy’s arms and cry.

d. Orange decided he didn’t care, and played his own pranks on them all the time.

Which one did you pick? I’ll bet it wasn’t ‘a’! And you’d’ve been right…it isn’t ‘a’! The answer is actually ’d’. But whether you got the answer right or wrong doesn’t really matter since this is a story. If it helps, a university student probably wouldn’t have done any better.

So Orange loved pulling a fast one on his friends. Because he was so small, Orange could scamper up trees more quickly than his larger friends, and he could balance out on the thin branches of trees that wouldn’t hold the weight of the others, he could fit into tiny hidey-holes where no one would think to look for him, and he had tiny, clever hands with which he could come up with all sorts of clever things.

On this particular day, Orange was preparing his daily dose of mischief when his irate mother came upon him.

“Orange! I’ve just heard the most alarming story from Mrs. Fleabottom!” She exclaimed in a tone that you might well know from your own mother. You know, the one where she’s about to give you a telling off?

Orange, no stranger to stern words, was playing with his favorite toy: a small, man-made Orangutan. It didn’t really look like an Orangutan, Orange thought. Those humans clearly had something wrong with their eyes. To start with, it had absolutely no teeth. How was it supposed to eat?

“Orange! Are you listening to me?” trilled his mother.

“Of course, I am,” lied Orange, suddenly wondering if humans had any teeth.

“Mrs. Fleabottom said that her nieces threaded her fur through the twigs of her nest while she was sleeping!”

“Did they?” asked Orange innocently, trying to do his best not to chortle. “How rotten of them!”

His mother’s eyes narrowed dangerously, her voice growing icy, “And her nieces said that *you* tied her fur to the nest!”

Orange finally looked up from what he was doing, wounded innocence writ large upon his face. “They’re lying, Ma! I had nothing to do with it! Honest!”

“Orange. I happen to know that Mrs. Fleabottom’s nieces have four left feet and couldn’t tie a knot if you tied it for them and asked them to pull on both ends of the vine!”

“That doesn’t mean, *I* did it!” protested Orange.

“Mrs. Fleabottom’s nieces say they saw you.”


“You stuck your tongue out at them and dashed up a tree.”

“Wasn’t me!”

“When they chased after you, you sat out at the end of a narrow branch that wouldn’t hold their weight.”

“They’re lying.”

“It sure sounds like you, Orange.”

Orange looked sad and pouted his lip as only a young Orangutan can. “They were making fun of me!”

Orange’s mother sighed, “That’s no reason to do what you did, dear.”

“It is too! They make fun of me because I’m little and…and…”

Her voice softened tenderly,”…because I named you Orange?”

Orange nodded, a big wet tear forming in one eye. It broke his mother’s heart to see.

She said,”Do you know why I named you Orange?”

He shook his head. And so she told him.

Which reason do you think it is?

a. Oranges are his mommy’s favorite fruit!

b. Orange was a tiny baby Orangutan, and he looked just like a beautiful sun-kissed orange when he was born.

c. Orange is the color of the sun just after it rises, and just before it sets. A vision that fills Orange’s mom with hope, just as he does when she sees him.

d. All of the Above

You must’ve chosen the right reason! Because upon hearing his mother’s explanation, Orange stopped sniffling and ran to her to give her a big, happy hug.

“You’re the cleverest Orangutan in the forest, Orange. You should use those brains to help the other Orangutans, not taunt them. Otherwise, how are you any different from them?”

It did his heart good to hear that but, of course, he was still secretly proud of the mayhem he’d created!

His mother, knowing what he was like, closed the trap on him: “You know what you have to do, don’t you Orange?”

“Um,” he said, not wanting to say it.

“Yes?” prodded his mother hopefully.

“A-Apologize?” he asked.

His mother smiled.

Orange sulkily made his way (swinging through the trees with long Orangutan arms) to the nest of the grouchy Mrs. Fleabottom. As he slouched into the grove he was beset upon by Mrs. Fleabottom’s nieces.

“Hey there, fruity! Come to apologize to our aunt for that nasty trick you played on her?” said the one in a taunting tone.

“Awwww! What’s the matter?” tittered the other, “Did mommy give widdle Owange a spanking?”

“Actually,” Orange said slyly, “I’m here to collect my reward.”

The two girl Orangutans blinked. They couldn’t believe their ears!

“A-a reward?!” The biggest one sputtered as if a fly had buzzed into her mouth and she was trying to spit it out.

“That’s right,” said Orange, “a reward. Your aunt realized that anyone who could tie knots like the ones that tied her to her nest would have a very special place amidst the Orangutans.”

“But, but, it can’t be!” said the other niece. “You were supposed to get punished for being a terrible Orangutan!”

Orange gave them his most winning smile: “Sorry to disappoint, but I mustn’t keep your aunt waiting!”

As he prepared to go, the nieces hurriedly held him back.

“Wait! If anyone’s to have a reward it should be us: her loyal and sweet nieces! You stay here and we’ll sort this out!”

Orange smiled and waited for them to leave. Then grinning to himself contentedly he went back home.

Later that day, he heard the exciting news. Apparently, Mrs. Fleabottom’s nieces had confessed to the crime of tying her to her nest and, after being scolded very soundly, were being made to pick the fleas out of their aunt’s fur as a punishment!”

Orange chortled at this story for a few moments before he heard a blood-curdling noise of his own.  Can you guess what it was?

Indeed, his mother’s voice calling angrily,”ORRR-ANGGGEEE!!”

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ChumChum discovers Nowhere

ChumChum stood in the middle of nowhere. When she looked about her, she saw huge trees swaying. There was a loud, howling wind blowing. She remembered something, but then forgot the thought she was trying to remember.

She looked up at the sky. There, high up, was Mr. Moon. ChumChum wondered why Mr. Moon followed her wherever she went. Well, except for the days when Mr. Moon took a holiday or played hide and seek in the clouds.  But Mr. Moon was back today. And look how he glowed.

ChumChum walked towards the trees, not completely sure of where she was headed. It was all very quiet. No cars or honking horns or people. She turned around once more to see all that was around her. The dark and the trees and the dried leaves that crackled under her footies. They made sounds just like her mouth did when she munched on a crispy, crispy chip. Sharp and crisp.

She walked in further towards Nowhere. That’s what I’ll call it, she decided. Because it’s not my home or the park I play in or inside the car or in the shop. This must be Nowhere, she laughed, delighted.

ChumChum saw something glow behind a stone. Now this was exciting. Nowhere seemed to have something that glowed, hiding inside it! She walked slowly to the stone. It was a big stone. She tried to look over it but she was small. She walked around the stone. As the glow glowed and became more glowy, she clapped her hands and giggled.

She closed her eyes and walked around the stone, tracing her tiny fingers over it. She could still see the glow. It was inside her eyes now. So white and bright. She opened her eyes. The TV was playing her favourite movie. The one with the Nemo and Nemo’s Dada and Dorie. She had her head on Mama’s lap on the couch. And Dada was sitting on the floor in front of them. “We must go outside now, Mama. We must. I know where Nowhere is and I want to take you and Dada there.”

By Ninja Duckie

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