This scared her and she flapped her wings violently, knocking all the shiny pieces out of the nest to the ground. She flew upwards beating her wings with all her might against all my branches and leaves in the way. And she did break through, leaving the hole to the sky you now see before you. That was the last of Napaleen I have since heard. I do hope she is happy now. So what do you think of that?” asked the tree.

Tree Topper Clive was fast asleep.