Hello, hello and welcome to Story Nouri.

You're listening to Jana and I'm back with a new Birdie story.

Birdie and the Mischievous Nunes.

It was Saturday morning and Jake was quietly looking forward to his favourite weekend treat with Dad.

A trip to the Japanese tea shop for mango bobble tea with sweet, chewy tapioca pearls.

Best of all, it was their time to chat about the big questions they never covered at school.

Like, are alien spaceships real? If dogs had the right kind of mouths,

could they speak English? And why do certain types of birds have brains like supercomputers?

Things like that. It was time to leave for the tea shop. Jake was standing by the front door.

They lost precious moments while Dad searched for his car keys, probably left in one of his jacket pockets.

And just as they were ready to go, Mum appeared at the top of the stairs.

Hey boys, you promised to take the junk to the tip, remember?

Dad sighed.

They loaded the car with a heap of clutter from the back of the garage, unused electric

fans, broken lamps, picture frames, grandma's old TV and rusty bedsprings.

They drove off in the opposite direction to the Japanese tea shop.

Outside the tip, they found a long line of cars driven by Saturday morning dads and husbands.

When they finally crept into the tipping area, grumpy men in yellow jackets barked orders at them.

Oh mate, sofa's not for the metal skip. Over there! pointed.

On the way out, Jake noticed a pile of objects the tip workers had set aside.

Freebies like rusty bikes, wobbly prams and garden gnomes with

cheeky grins. Are those what aliens look like? Jake asked, pointing at the gnomes. Dad smiled.

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