Robin
(Fiction: Not True)
There I was minding my own business watching the world go by and enjoying a nice cold drink. I’d been busy all morning sorting out the little ones and tidying up and I felt I’d deserved a rest, when all of a sudden I felt a rush of air close to my face. I felt a sharp pain at the back of my neck and then it went quiet and dark. I felt myself falling….
In the distance I could hear someone calling ‘Tilly, Tilly’, but that’s not my name, and I felt confused.
I tried to open my eyes but I couldn’t, I tried to get up but I couldn’t. I went hot and then cold and then hot again. Then I felt lovely and warm and felt that I was flying. It was then that I was able to open my eyes and I saw the beautiful face of a lady; she had tears in her eyes. You see, Tilly was her cat and I am just a little bird.