Welcome To The Family: Feathers Forever

One day in the garden, I was playing tag with my cousins B-245 and Gumdrop. Gumdrop and I were laughing as we tried to chase B-245, who was very good at finding the best hiding places and trying to get away from us. “You’ll never catch me!” called B-245, pulling a funny face. “Not for long you won’t!” I called, then I turned to Gumdrop. “Come on, Gumdrop, let’s teach that B-245 a thing or two about how Tag is supposed to be played!” “Yeah!” cried Gumdrop. We were having a wonderful time. It was a warm, sunny day, just fine for playing tag. Someone fell out of the tree, which caught my eye. “Hey…” I said, wandering over to the thing. It was a big white pigeon feather. Maybe it was pulled out or shed by another bird, I thought. I stroked it across my arm. It felt very light and tickly. I decided to go and show my cousins.

“Hey! You two!” I called out, “Come and see this! It’s a feather.” I said. “A feather?” asked B-245, “How’s it going to continue our Tag game?” I lifted the feather above my head and waved it in the air. “Aaargh! Tickle monster attack!” screamed Gumdrop, and she and B-245 ran for it as I ran after them. After a little while, I pounced onto B-245 and tickled her chest with the soft, grey feather. How she laughed! “Hey, stop it!” she cackled. “How do you like it now?” I asked, but B-245 wasn’t ready to give up yet, she snatched the feather and tickled me, until I was lying on the grass next to her, laughing loudly.

Later, I snuck back into the house with my feather and saw Palm, Teresa and Duane relaxing on the sofa. “Maybe I could give them a tickle,” I said, and I sneaked up behind the sofa whereas the parents weren’t looking. “Nothing much happens in every day of my life, mum,” said Duane to his mother Teresa. “Yes, you do, you play with the kids, what else have you got?” said Teresa. “You know what? I’m fancying a little adventure in my life, something to look forward to, to cheer on like a team in a footie match, something- HA HA HA HA HA!” It was me, tickling Duane with a feather. “Now you’ve got adventure on your hands right there, Duay-Duay,” laughed Teresa, but it wasn’t long until she was tickled herself. Zura, Cookie and Candy raced downstairs to see what was going on, but it wasn’t long until Palm was tickled next. “Hey, stop!” he boomed, while Zura and the two pups cracked up laughing.

I leapt out from behind the sofa and began to tickle Zura. “Stop tickling our grandma and dad!” cried Cookie. “I’ve got this feather, what else could I do to spice up a little bit of laughter in your life?”