Radio interview next Monday 14th Nov

So with my radio interview just around the corner I have been frantically writing to finish the prequel to Polly’s Piralympics. Set in 2 parts, How Polly Became a Pirate and Polly Ya Na Can Fly are both free to anyone who would like to contact me. And I will be discussing these as well as the series Polly’s Piralympics and how life lessons are reflected through the stories.

All the books in the series lean strongly towards looking at how we all have challenges of some sort – one arm, no legs, one eye, can’t sing, can’t dance, can’t count, can’t spell or can’t cook, can’t run 100m in under 10 seconds, can’t play the cello, can’t ride a bicycle, can’t see, can’t hear, have a stutter. No-one is perfect, it’s just that some challenges are more obvious than others. So they emphasis, don’t tease/ pick on or bully others because you may just find that one day they find out what you can’t do and bully you too.

So I thought I would give a few snippets from the first book How Polly Became a Pirate just to open the door on Polly’s life.

How Polly Became a Pirate

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Home – Somewhere in the Jungle

In the deepest part of Africa where gorilla’s still roamed the forests, lions roared on the plains and elephants and rhinos wandered freely between both, Polly the baby parrot lived in her home with her parents – in a nest high up in a huge tree.

She had always been the smallest chick of the brood and her brothers and sisters had already left the nest and were flying around in the surrounding trees.

“Do you think she’ll make it?”

Polly overheard her mother Precious the parrot asking her father, Phomello the parrot one day.

“Of course she will my dear.”

Her father loved Polly dearly, even though she was still only a 3 week old chick.

“Polly, is a special parrot, she may have only one eye but she’s a fighter, you wait and see.”

Polly had been born with only one eye, but that didn’t stop her chirping at the top of her voice when it came to feeding time. Her father made sure she got a little bit extra when it came to feeding his chicks. Polly’s brothers and sisters though had well, just grown faster than her, but she didn’t care. At night she would cuddle up with her parents and fall fast asleep, nestled in their downy chest feathers to keep her warm.

“You are going to be a beauty.” Precious the parrot whispered to her daughter. “The envy of the forest.”

But one day something terrible happened. Bother her parents were out foraging for food when a huge human head appeared by her nest. She knew what humans were, as all baby parrots were taught to be cautious of these monsters that walked on two legs. In fact they were called two legged destroyers in the animal world. Everywhere humans went they would destroy the forests, jungles, rivers and lakes. All the animals were wary of them. Only now and then did animals find kind ones.

Polly squawked and screeched as loudly as she could.

“HELP, HELP!”

Her parents, brothers and sisters flew at the human, pecking at his hair and arms, but he just brushed them off easily.

“I am not afraid of you pretty coloured birds. I’ll be back with my net for the rest of you later.”

Hearing that, brave little Polly the baby parrot cried to her family.

“Fly away please. Don’t let the two legged destroyer get you. One day I will find you again.”

Suddenly a large hand swept Polly the baby parrot clean out of the nest and placed her into a dark bag.

Polly was very scared, she didn’t like the dark without the protective wings of her parents to hide under. After what seemed like forever, the movement stopped and she was set down in her sack. Then nothing. Eventually Polly the baby parrot cried herself to sleep, knowing she would probably never see her parent or brothers and sisters ever again.

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 Stolen

Polly the baby parrot had been stolen by evil bird catchers. They were men (the two legged destroyers,) who thought they had the right to take animals from the wild, their homes, and sell them for black money.

The baby chicks were easy prey as they still could not fly. The two legged destroyers would climb the trees and swipe them out of their nests, right under the beaks of their parents.

Polly the baby parrot’s abductor didn’t care that what he was doing was wrong. He just wanted money. It was wrong that he took the baby birds away from their families. It was wrong that he upset the balance of Nature. It was wrong that he sold them when they were not his, but a gift to the world.

Polly the baby parrot lay terrified in the rough sack. When she woke, she thought she could hear another animal crying near to her.

“Is there anyone there?” she whispered.

“Y y yes.” came back the stuttered reply from a lonely frightened lion cub. He too had been stolen away from his family and home.

“What is your name?”

“L, L, Leo.”

Polly the baby parrot couldn’t see Leo, so she didn’t know he was a lion cub and that she was supposed to be afraid of lions. Soon the two were chatting away and became friends. Then the two legged destroyer returned.

He pulled Polly the baby parrot out of the bag and set her in a cage with some food in it.

“Don’t want you starving to death before I can sell you now do we.” laughed the evil two legged destroyer as he turned his back on the cage and left the hut where he was keeping the baby animals.

Leo the lion cub was in a cage next to her. Polly the baby parrot suddenly became afraid when she saw him.

“P, p, please don’t be afraid.” stuttered Leo. “I w, w, won’t hurt you.”

“Where are your parents Leo? Where do you come from? How did the two legged destroyer catch you?”

Polly the baby parrot was full of questions. But before Leo the lion cub could answer the two legged destroyer returned with even more two legged destroyers. Each carried wriggling sacks.

 


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