There was once a happy family of birds enjoying themselves beneath the sun rays in a rest, high up in an oak tree of the Australian outback. All of a sudden a bushfire erupted out of nowhere and was gaining speed towards their beloved tree. Mother birdy sprang into action and started flying East towards safety with her chicks in tow. But in the panic of the event, they forgot that Birdy junior couldn’t fly yet as he was still young. Mother birdy quickly flew to her baby and told him not to worry, that she loves him and will send a family friend to look after him and protect him. As the birdy grew and learned the magic of flying over the years, with the help of his friend the vulture, he still ached to see his family again. He was determined to see them again, so one night he ventured off to the East to find them. He looked everywhere but couldn’t even catch a whiff of them, so he accepted defeat and went back to his nest. The vulture comforted him and said if the fire never had even happened, he would have never became the amazing flyer he was today. This is his story…
“Mummy, mummy look I’m flying! I’m flying mum.” Carl was circling about their desert oak tree, trying in vain to grab a hold of his mums’ attention. He was flapping his tiny blue wings; beyond excited that he hadn’t smashed to the ground this time, but his mum didn’t even glance in his direction. “Carl, could you stop flapping about and come down here to mind your brother, he’s thrashing about for some unknown reason.” Carl slowly glided to their nest, angry that his little brother Simon had once again stolen his moment of victory and happiness with his selfish actions. “What do you want this time?” Carl said in a frustrated tone. “I saw you fly Carl, you were amazing the way you made it look so effortless, dad would have been so proud of you I’m sure, but not me. I’m five months old now and I still can’t fly, I’m too scared to even try Carl.” He hated how Simon kept...