Her last day with the babies she told them all how proud she was
that they were so big and strong.
She gave them all kisses and wished them good luck. "Listen
to what your father tells you," she said. "And you will have the
most delicious lunch of all, the lunch you catch for yourself."
"Ready Mr. Robin?" she asked.
"Ready!" he called back.
"Nothing like fresh baby birds!" he thought, smacking his lips.
Patrick O'Malley lunged out of nowhere barking his most ferocious
"Get into your own yard," said Patrick. "This is MY yard and
you cannot eat birds here!"
Patrick was pleased that he kept his pawmise to the Robins to guard
their babies in the Gum Drop Tree. He also knew Guinness would be
proud of him.
"I don't know how to repay you Patrick. You are such a good
friend to us." she said. "Maybe we will name one of our babies after
Patrick was glad the baby birds were safe, but he did not look happy.
"What's wrong?" asked Mrs. Robin.
"It's just that I wish I could fly like you," he said. "Cricket and
I would like a puppy of our own. We would like the best puppy in
the world. But Wigglebus has been grounded and we have no way to
find the puppy who needs us most."
"Flying is easy," said Mrs. Robin. "We have always wanted to
find a way to help you and Mrs. O'Malley since the very first day you helped
us with a nest for our babies. Mr. Robin is taking care of them now.
My nest is empty. I wouldn't mind a flight around the world."
"Could you really help us?" asked Patrick.
"Of course," said Mrs. Robin. "What am I looking for?"
"That's easy," said Patrick. "We want to find the best puppy in
the world. The puppy who needs us most. Cricket has a feeling
he's in trouble out there. How soon can you leave?"
"I can leave at dawn," said Mrs. Robin. "You take care of Wiggle,
we may need her to get your puppy home."