A Bad Baby Bird

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A Bad Baby Bird

This was not a normal baby bird. For one thing, it was evil. It stared at Susan with evil beady black eyes, its head undulating and its mouth open wide. There was something malevolent in the way that baby bird kept its mouth wide open. Susan sat very still as the baby bird sat on her lap. She could feel its eyes boring into her, but she was watching Tommy.

Tommy was mixing dog and baby food into Tupperware.

“What’s that for?” asked Susan.

“Food,” said Tommy. “Baby birds can eat moist food. It’ll need hot water to make it soft.”

“Can’t you just give it a worm or something?”

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