Hello, this is Johnna, and I am back with a story about a boy called Jake and his best buddy, Birdie.

Birdie and the magical star dust.

Let me tell you, Birdie is no ordinary back garden crow.

He's old, and I don't mean old, like Dad or Granddad.

I mean ancient, like I was there when they built the pyramids kind of old.

Most nights, when Birdie isn't off attending crow conventions or solving mysteries,

he perches on Jake's windowsill and tells him enchanting tales.

Jake falls asleep with dreams that could outshine any Hollywood movie.

But sometimes, when Birdie is busy, Jake has to count sheep all on his own.

One time, Birdie was missing an action for a whole week.

Jake lay there like an owl every night.

Eyes wide open, stargazing.

He noticed the moon seemed to be on a vanishing act, getting thinner and paler.

Mum! said Jake when she came in to see if he was asleep.

I think the moon is feeling under the weather.

Who darling, what makes you think that?

Well, she's so pale and thin.

Mum kissed his forehead, which made Jake's eyebrows dance.

Darling, the moon is just playing her monthly game of hide and seek.

She loves to gobble up all the starlight until she's round.

And then she shares it with the night sky, you see.

But she'll be back to her plump self again soon, don't you worry.

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