Short story 4

On a bright, sunny day in a glorious garden, a family of three robins were making three delicious pies. The tallest robin, who had brown and grey feathers, was licking his lips at his finished, ruby red strawberry pie. The middle robin, who had red and brown feathers, was nearly finished making her blueberry pie with bright white cream. However, the smallest robin had only just started making her blackberry pie, which she planned to cover in dark chocolate. Once they were finished helping each other, they stood back and looked at their three delicious, scrumptious pies. Carefully, they popped them on the windowsill to cool.

As the pies were too hot to eat, they decided to have a relaxing fly through the garden. As they left, the littlest robin saw a shadow entering their bird house, but the tallest robin told her not to worry. Little did they know, another bird had entered their house. A raggedy old pigeon with hungry eyes put both of his feet on their wooden kitchen floor. He could smell their gorgeous, delicious, beautiful pies covered in puffed pastry. As he got closer, his dirty feathers covered their bright clean kitchen, but he didn’t notice, he was hypnotised by their captivating pies. He pecked the edge of the biggest pie. Strawberries covered his face. He pecked the edge of the medium pie. Blueberries went all over the sink. He pecked the edge of the littlest pie. Blackberries covered the table. Confused, the pigeon crossed his arms because he couldn’t decide which pie to eat. A plan developed in his wicked mind. He wouldn’t choose which pie to eat. Mr Pigeon started with the biggest pie first. As he did this, strawberries covered the floor of the kitchen. What a messy pigeon. After that, he ate the medium pie, white cream covered the floor of the kitchen and the walls. What a very messy pigeon. Finally, he scoffed down the littlest pie, blackberries lay across the floor, the walls and the ceiling. What a very messy pigeon indeed. After filling his stomach, he heard the sound of wings at the door.

In a panic, Mr Pigeon tried to get away, but it was too late. His huge, full belly slowed him down. He couldn’t fit through the window, he slipped on the messy floor. The greedy, wicked pigeon filled with guilt was now stuck to the walls.