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And now over to Richard.

Birdie and the Seagulls.

Hello, this is Richard.

And I'm here with a story about a black crow called Birdie. Birdie is the best friend of a boy called Jake.

And one of the many special things about Birdie is that he can talk.

The thing is, nobody else in Jake's life believes that Birdie is that he can talk. The thing is, nobody else in Jake's life believes that Birdie can communicate with him.

One morning, very early, Jake was lying in bed, listening to the rain, bitter pattering on the roof.

Too bad! Football will be cancelled today, he thought.

We'll have to stay indoors and play table tennis. Only there are only two tables,

so we'll have to sit around for most of the time. As he was lying there, he felt something

cold on his nose. He rubbed it with his finger. It was wet, like a drop of water, and then...

Plop!

Another drop landed on his nose.

He looked up and saw yet another drop of water clinging to the ceiling.

Plop!

The drop let go of the ceiling and dripped onto Jake's forehead.

Yuck! he said and then he called out,

Mom, there's water coming through the ceiling!

Mum was still asleep and did not hear him.

Jake got out of bed and watched the water dripping quite steadily now onto

his pillow.

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