Surely the egg hadnât turned-up here by accident? Granny Ida found it one evening, behind the fence at the farm. It was small and greyish in colour.
It must have fallen out of a birdâs nest, she thought to herself. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldnât find a nest anywhere. Finally she decided to take the egg home and look after it. She wrapped it gently in one of her woollen jumpers, and went to bed.
When she woke up in the morning, the egg had hatched and a little bird-like creature was scuttling around the room. It was black, and its claws were sticking out from under its black-and-white wings. On its head was a red crest, like a mohawk hairstyle. It was swinging its long, beaver-like tail, and its beak was lined with teeth!
When Ida saw those teeth, she became a little scared. Birds certainly donât have teeth. Maybe it was a demon? Then she noticed how frightened the poor thing was. It was desperately running about and peeping in fear. She instantly stopped worrying and lifted the little creature up in her hands. She understood the language of animals, as she herself was something between a âfairyâ and a âwitchâ.
âHello, you curious little thing. What are you? A bird, or something else?â
âI donât know,â the creature answered meekly.
âNo worries. Iâll call you Vincent.â And now they were acquainted.
Ida showed Vincent around the farm. When he was no longer frightened, she let him wander in the garden on his own.
The sun was shining, the grass smelled nice, and Vincent was feeling good. He felt truly at home. But then he ran into a goat called Emily. She was so frightened byâŚ
