Chapter 9

9 The Plan that I, Dave Pigeon, came up with WORKED. But it worked a bit too well! Dave grabbed my wings and swung me around and around as we whooped and cooed in celebration. 'She's gone, she's gone, Mean Cat is gone!' he sang. 'Iced buns for us and not for her, Mean Cat is goh-on.' We galloped around the garden, jumping over the flowers and prancing through the weeds. I lay back on the lawn. The grass dazzled

greener, the sky shone bluer and the washing line looked much lineier. Life was cat-free and felt birdrilliant! 'Shall we move into our new home?' Dave said, dragging me to my feet. Me and Dave skipped across the backyard, chirping as we danced over to the cat flap. Dave bashed at the cat flap

with his head and kicked away the broken shard of flowerpot. 'After you,' I said to Dave. The cat flap rattled over us as we stepped into the Human Lady's house. It smelt like a breadcrumb paradise. A place where pigeons sipped strawberry fizzy pop all day through biscuit straws, and were fed pancakes and croissants covered in chocolate and peanut butter until they were stroked to sleep by warm Human hands. We followed our beaks to the living room. It stank of Mean Cat so we didn't stay there long. The Human Lady must have been out because we couldn't hear her anywhere. We headed back to the kitchen, searching

for the scrumptious biscuits with the jam in the middle. 'What was that?' Dave said. 'What was what?' 'Did you hear that?' We stopped and listened. In the distance was the very faint call of a bird from the backyard. 'That!' Dave said. 'Did you hear that?' The coo came through a little louder this time. 'It sounds like a pigeon.' Then we heard another. Followed by another. Then another. Then a squawk. 'What was that?' Dave asked. He waddled to the table and jumped up to look out of the window.

'Skipper!' Dave gasped. The garden was heaving with pigeons. But not just pigeons. There were birds of all kinds. Big ones, small ones, parrot ones, grey ones, magpie ones, crow ones, duck ones and one that I didn't recognise at all but Dave said he was one hundred and three per cent sure was an ostrich. 'What are they doing here?' Dave hissed at me. 'I didn't invite them!' 'They might just want to say hello?' 'They want our Human house,' I said slowly. 'They want our food.' 'Let's throw out a biscuit. They can share it and leave.' 'Don't be such a catbrain, Dave,' I said,

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