There were many creatures living around our old house. Some sang.Some flew.Some hopped.Some stole cat food. And then... There was Rory. Nobody had actually seen him. But everyone talked about him. “The tomatoes are gone.” “Rory.” “The bird seed has disappeared.” “Rory.” “Who chewed through the sack of dog biscuits?” “...Definitely Rory.” I wasn’t so sure. How could one little rat possibly do all that? Then, one evening, just as the setting sun turned everything golden, I noti

The tallest bird I had ever seen lived in the field behind our house. At least... I thought he lived there. Every morning, he stood on top of the old chimney across the road. Every afternoon... There he was. Every evening... Still there. One leg. Sometimes two. But mostly one. Finally, I couldn't stand it anymore. "I have to meet him." Marie, my sister, looked up from digging what was clearly a very important hole. "The bird?" "Yes." "The giant bird?" "Yes." "The one who nev

Every evening, just before the sun slipped behind the hills, our humans put a bowl of food on the roof. It wasn't for us. It wasn't even for the cats who lived with people. It was for the stray cats who wandered through the fields when the day was done. "We may not always understand each other," Oma liked to say, "but everyone deserves a good dinner." Marie and Olivia didn't entirely agree. "They're cats," Marie muttered. "They're supposed to be annoying," Olivia added. I was

Behind our house is my favourite place in the whole world. There's a big field where butterflies dance, birds sing from the trees, and rabbits pop out of the grass when you least expect them. My sisters, Marie and Olivia, love that field too. Mostly because of the rabbits. "Rabbit!" The three of us took off like furry rockets. The rabbit zigzagged across the field before disappearing into a bush. "We've got him!" barked Marie. "He can't escape now!" shouted Olivia. I hurried