Once upon a time, there was a woman. She stayed home a lot, and the neighbors all thought she did nothing but eat bon bons, because she was quite soft and round. She didn't have much to say. Quiet type. A little on the cranky side.
Once, when she wasn't home, a nosy neighbor peeked in the window, and this is what she found! So that was her secret! What a bunch of ugly children!
The nosy neighbor was chased away by an indignant and overprotective father. Hmph. He scolded and squawked.
The parents fed their children a great deal, so they started to grow. One child sported a mohawk. He was judged by the neighbors to be spunky and rebellious. Plus, he cried a lot.
But soon, those babies grew, as all children do. They always wanted more to eat. The poor parents were kept running here and running there, always filling the bottomless pits of their children's appetites. The parents began to appear a bit old and frazzled. The mother worried a lot, her feathers grew thin. The father continued to dive-bomb all birds who glanced anywhere in the direction of his daughters. He chased all intruders away. What a guy. He was no longer considered a sharp-dressed man, now the neighbors rather considered him a grumpy old codger.
I think perhaps his daughters thought the same, though they never said so. They loved him anyway. He brought them the best of everything.
Not long after, the Mother found a new home further out in the sticks. She fancied a bigger place. More private and luxurious.
The parents worked for days, moving their children. One after another, the little ones hopped out of the nest, and followed Mom and Dad to the new home.
Little Mr. Mohawk was far more awkward than his siblings, and he flopped about a great deal. It took Mom and Dad much cajoling and scolding to get him to move it.
In the end, that family did move away.
The neighbors had grown rather fond of spying on them, and they miss them very much.
I do hope they live happily ever after.
I do hope they live happily ever after.
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