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Lucky Chicks- A Cute Mini Story

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Follow Me on Facebook Twitter When the couple planned to delay their separation until the eggs hatch, wonder happened.    Story By: S A Spencer “Bubba, look at the couple inside the house, don’t you think they are fighting?” Angel, the wife Fairy Wren, said sitting on the railing of the alfresco of the house in the Western Sydney suburb of Glenwood. “Where?” asked Bubba, her partner, casting a questioning glance at the four-meter-high native bush parallel to the backside fence. “Not at the bush stupid, that one is our home. Humans live in brick structures. Look through that large glass.” She pointed her beak towards the glass window. Bubba hopped and changed his position. A faint bird-smile appeared in his beaks, “Oh, that man and woman? Yes, they’re shouting. But don’t we also shout when we are happy, or celebrate something?” Angel came closer and touched Bubba’s beaks with hers, “I love you, Bubba. You are so naïve. Don’t understand between a joyful sh...
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Lucky Ladlee- a big house and a fat wallet can’t compensate for a large heart.

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 After months of wandering the streets, can this stray cat finally find a permanent and loving home? Story: S A Spencer Photo by   Akira   “What happened to her? Since last few days she is not coming to meet us.” Leena asks me while we are halfway through our evening walk. We’ve treaded the same route for almost ten years now, and it has become second nature. Most probably, she was not even born.           “Sounding like she is your second daughter!” I chortle.           Leena replies with a mild giggle. “Then you are also her father.”           “Maybe she is just a stray cat.” I reason to convince her, but my eyes circle around in case she would be hiding next to a parked car. Initially, we had thought she belonged to somebody. Possibly to the owner of the house in front of which we met her for the first time a few months ago. Whenever we passed through the house, she would be...
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Miss Sparrow - A Story of Survival and Kindness

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  Her ancestors could have saved fifty million human lives had they not been the prey of the insensitive ruler. Story : S A Spencer Picture:   Patrice Bouchard “I’m Sparrow. Full name Miss Jacquelin Shenzhen Sparrow. Our type of birds always keep Sparrow as the last name so that we can distinguish ourselves from any other types of birds. And you?” she said, sitting on the lower branch of a slash pine tree near Pearl River.           She was looking around without responding. This corner of the park is bushy and close to the river. Almost deserted. Sparrow spoke again, “Hello! Oh, dog friend! I’m here. On this branch.”           “No name.” She said without even lifting her head.           “You don’t know your name? Strange! I’ve seen many doggies, people call them by their names and also play with them! Okay, I will call you doggie until you find who you are.”       ...
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