3 Part 03

'This is witches' work!' cried Mr Gregg. And both of them started running around the room, flapping their wings. A minute later Philip and William burst in. The same thing had happened to them. They had wings and no arms. And they were really tiny. They were about as big as robins. 'Mama! Mama! Mama!' chirruped Philip. 'Look, Mama, we can fly!' And they flew up into the air. 'Come down at once!' said Mrs Gregg. 'You're much too high!' But before she could say another word, Philip and William had flown right out the window.

Mr and Mrs Gregg ran to the window and looked out. The two tiny boys were now high up in the sky. Then Mrs Gregg said to Mr Gregg, 'Do you think we could do that, my dear?' 'I don't see why not,' Mr Gregg said. 'Come on, let's try.' Mr Gregg began to flap his wings hard, and all at once, up he went. Then Mrs Gregg did the same. 'Help!' she cried as she started going up. 'Save me!' 'Come on,' said Mr Gregg. 'Don't be afraid.' So out the window they flew, far up into the sky, and it did not take them long to catch up with Philip and William. Soon the whole family was flying around and around together. 'Oh, isn't it lovely!' cried William. 'I've always wanted to know what it feels like to be a bird!' 'Your wings are not getting tired, are they, dear?' Mr Gregg asked Mrs Gregg.

'Not at all,' Mrs Gregg said. 'I could go on for ever!' 'Hey, look down there!' said Philip. 'Somebody is walking in our garden!' They all looked down, and there below them, in their own garden, they saw four enormous wild ducks! The ducks were as big as men, and what is more, they had great long arms, like men, instead of wings. The ducks were walking in a line to the door of the Greggs' house, swinging their arms and holding their beaks high in the air. 'Stop!' called the tiny Mr Gregg, flying down low over their heads. 'Go away! That's my house!' The ducks looked up and quacked. The first one put out a hand and opened the door of the house and went in. The others went in after him. The door shut.

The Greggs flew down and sat on the wall near the door. Mrs Gregg began to cry. 'Oh, dear! Oh, dear!' she sobbed. 'They have taken our house. What shall we do? We have no place to go!' Even the boys began to cry a bit now.

'We will be eaten by cats and foxes in the night!' said Philip. 'I want to sleep in my own bed!' said William. 'Now then,' said Mr Gregg. 'It isn't any good crying. That won't help us. Shall I tell you what we are going to do?' 'What?' they said. Mr Gregg looked at them and smiled. 'We are going to build a nest.' 'A nest!' they said. 'Can we do that?' 'We must do it,' said Mr Gregg. 'We've got to have somewhere to sleep. Follow me.'

They flew off to a tall tree, and right at the top of it Mr Gregg chose the place for the nest. 'Now we want sticks,' he said. 'Lots and lots of little sticks. Off you go, all of you, and find them and bring them back here.' 'But we have no hands!' said Philip. 'Then use your mouths.' Mrs Gregg and the children flew off. Soon they were back, carrying sticks in their mouths.