Crow deposited Benny in front of three hungry chicks then flew off to find two more juicy worms. The greedy chicks with their yellow beady eyes looked hungrily.
“He’s mine, he’s mine, no he’s mine!” squabbled the chicks giving Benny just enough time to clamber out of the nest and onto a rather thin branch which sagged under his weight.
“Talk about being out on a limb,” he thought.
Benny looked down and wobbled. Then he looked back at the three wide-open beaks. “Between a rock and a hard place.” He thought.
Fedora, Elsie and Boris looked up. “If only I could fly,” said Fedora wistfully.
“If only my trunk was longer,” said Elsie.
“If only I’d known the answer,” said Boris but then had an idea.
He took hold of Fedora’s big red balloon. “Grab hold of the string when I let it go,!” he called up to Benny.
“Got it!” shouted Benny grasping it with both hands and started floating down to the ground but then…