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Wings, Superheroes and Determination

From the winners of the

2017 Creative Kids Tales eBook Anthology competition, Wings, Superheroes and Determination

a collection of short stories for children.

Illustration by Michele Furlong-Olsen.

Copyright 2017 Georgie Donaghey and Authors for Creative Kids Tales

Compiled by Georgie Donaghey for Creative Kids Tales

©Creative Kids Tales

ISBN 9781370965717

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Table of Contents


Pirate Princess by Jo Saunders

Mary the Wary Cassowary by Letitia McIntosh

Superhero Day by Angela Harvey

My Brother the Superhero by Kim Stewart

Simon’s Special Superhero Suit by Margaret Bailes

The Tail of Sizzle the Sausage by Wenda Shurety

Bad Vlad by Jaz Stutley

The Dog Ate My Homework by Sharon Boyce

Our Hectic Holiday by Jonathan Waters

Hot Chook by Dhana Fox

Fly Poppy, Fly by Georgina Moore

Geckos Can’t Be Superheroes by Kellie Nissen

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Thank you for continuing to support our competitions and our entrants.

Since our Smashwords anthologies began in 2014 with, The Journey we have been inundated with entries each year. By our 2015 competition, Deep Within the Forest word had spread, and in 2016, Aliens, Animals and Amazing Places became our most successful competition.

This year entry numbers exceeded all expectations creating a very hard task for our judges in selecting the winners.

We asked entrants to submit stories using one or more of the subjects in our theme. We received picture book submissions, short stories and extracts from larger pieces of work.

It was hard to choose the top 12, but we got there in the end.

  • 1st place – Jo SaundersPirate Princess.

  • 2nd place – Letitia McIntosh – Mary the Wary Cassowary.

  • 3rd place – Angela Harvey – Superhero Day.

  • 4th place – Kim Stewart – My Brother the Superhero.

  • 5th place – Margaret Bailes – Simon’s Special Superhero Suit.

  • 6th place – Wenda Shurety – The Tail of Sizzle the Sausage.

  • 7th place – Jaz Stutley – Bad Vlad.

  • 8th place – Sharon Boyce – The Dog Ate My Homework.

  • 9th place – Jonathan Waters – Our Hectic Holiday.

  • 10th place – Dhana Fox – Hot Chook.

  • 11th place – Georgina Moore – Fly Poppy, Fly.

  • 12th place – Kellie Nissen – Geckos Can’t Be Superheroes.

The gorgeous cover for our Anthology was again won by Michele Furlong-Olsen.

Thank you to our judges for the many hours spent reading and selecting the winners. A big thank you to all who entered. Without you this Anthology would not be possible.

Don’t forget to download our other Anthologies, The Journey and Deep Within the Forest.

In 2018, we will hold our fifth Anthology competition. For more information visit,

Pirate Princess
by Jo Saunders

Today, it’s Abigail’s party.

She’s really super excited.

It’s going to be a princess one.

I wish I wasn’t invited …

Mum says I have to dress up.

She’s been on a shopping spree.

There are two bags in the hallway,

with an outfit just for me.

There’s a diamond tiara,

that I would never choose.

And what’s inside this white box?

Ugh! Some much-too-sparkly shoes.

Mum wants to paint my nails.

She’s put my hair up in a bun.

She says to keep it tidy -

but look what happens when I run!

My sister’s really jealous.

See, she’s sulking on her bed.

Why can’t she have these princess clothes?

Then she can go instead.

Maybe they won’t notice

that the princess isn’t me.

We don’t look all that different…

although Lucy’s only three.

She loves all the pretty things

that girls are meant to like.

She plays with dolls for ages,

but I’d rather ride my bike.

My best toy’s not a Barbie.

My favourite colour isn’t pink,

purple, lilac, even crimson.

Yuck! Those colours really stink!

I like blue, and black and scarlet.

I reckon they’re the best.

And I don’t mind gold or silver,

if they’re in a treasure chest.

I love my pirate hideout,

and I’m good at climbing trees.

I’ve got a skull and cross bones

and two very scabby knees.

I even have a First Mate.

So what if he’s my dog?

It’s way more fun than fairy tales.

Well, who wants to kiss a frog?

We have the best adventures

in our ship on the high sea,

or on a treasure island.

And the heroes? Patch and me.

We’re not the meanest pirates -

more like Robin Hood afloat.

We only rob the bad guys.

And of course, we sink their boat.

The evil pirates fear us.

We’re the rulers of the deep.

We’re rough and tough, and brave,

except when Patch is fast asleep.

My sister thinks it’s funny

that I spend all day outside,

while she tries on Mum’s curtains,

to dress up as a bride.

Lucy plans to marry

any Prince who may be keen.

She’ll live in a huge palace

and get to be the Queen.

But it would be so boring

to have to wear a crown.

I’ll have a big, black captain’s hat,

and always wear a frown.

I’m going to be a buccaneer -

and not a sweet princess -

with an eye patch and a cutlass.

I won’t ever wear that dress!

No, I don’t want to look gorgeous,

or pretty, or even cute.

I’ll go to Abigail’s party …

if I can wear my pirate suit.


Mary the Wary Cassowary
by Letitia McIntosh

Mary was quite different

As cassowaries go,

She was not brave like the others

And they often teased her so.

She didn't like adventures,

She didn't like the slide,

She didn't like the see-saw,

Or any kind of ride.

‘What if I fall off?’ she said

‘What if I get hurt?

What if I slip in the mud?

Or get covered up with dirt?’

Her brother called her ‘Chicken!’

Mum said ‘Don't be absurd.

A chicken is as worthy

As any other bird.’

Mum said not to worry

As being wary keeps you safe.

‘You won't do something silly

Or end up on your face.’

But Mary felt a little sad;

Being wary wasn't cool.

It was okay while she was at home

But terrible at school.

The magpies chortled at her

And the kookaburras laughed;

Mary hadn't any friends

In her whole entire class.

The galahs just flocked together

And the emus ran away;

No one sat with her at lunch

Or wanted her to play.

One afternoon, the home bell rang

And standing by the gate,

Was a hungry looking dingo

And his scary looking mate.

Those who could, flew straight home,

But not everyone could fly:

The emus and cassowaries

Looked sadly at the sky.

‘We can't stay here.’ said Mary

‘We all have to be brave.

If we all work together,

We can scare dingos away.’

So she gathered up her courage

And called to the dingos,

Then the cassowaries used their heads

And bopped them on the nose!

The dingos yelped and soon ran off

To everybody’s cheers.

Mary’s plan had worked a treat

And she'd overcome her fears.

Now no one teases Mary

Or calls her wary anymore.

Everybody sits with her

And she has friends galore.

In fact they call her ‘Casso'

For she was very brave.

There was no ‘wary’ about her,

Since she had saved the day.


Superhero Day
by Angela Harvey

“Tomorrow we’re having an end of term treat,” says Mrs Collins. “You may all come dressed as your favourite superhero, and whoever best describes what makes their hero special will win a prize.”

Sam has a Spiderman suit with a web blaster, and Jack has a Superman cape. Max doesn’t have a costume, and he doesn’t have a favourite superhero. What is he going to do?

Max tells Mum about superhero day when he gets home. “Why don’t you ask Dad,” suggests Mum. Dad is in the shed under the tractor. “Superheroes – I sure could do with one of those!” he laughs. “I’d like one who could load the rest of the hay into the shed, fix this tractor and finish planting the crop before the rain comes tomorrow!”

When Dad comes in for tea, his clothes are covered in hay and his hands are black with oil from the tractor. “Just the crop to finish now and it can rain for a week!” he grins.

Max still hasn’t thought of a superhero by bedtime. He stands at the window watching the tractor lights blinking in the paddock. Lightning flashes in the distance. “I hope Dad finishes in time,” says Max when Mum came in to say goodnight. “Don’t worry,” smiles Mum. “Dad always finds a way.” Suddenly Max has an idea!

Next morning the sky is dark and Dad is still out on the tractor. When Max gets to school, everyone in his class is wearing a costume. Soon it’s time to talk about their superheroes. Some heroes can fly, or see through walls. Others can climb tall buildings and some have magical powers. Finally, only Max is left. “I see you couldn’t think of a superhero Max,” says Mrs Collins. “Never mind.”

But this is my superhero costume,” Max begins. “My favourite superhero wears clothes like these every day. With just some wire, he can fix almost anything. When all the dams on our farm dried up, he knew how to find water deep underground. If a flood washes our crops away, or a drought kills them, he just starts all over again. Sometimes he has to work all night long. He can put broken things back together, and turn a tree into a house. He looks after all our animals, and he knows the different birds just by listening to their songs. Everyone loves to sing when he plays the guitar, and he knows the names of the stars. My favourite superhero is my Dad!”

“Well done Max,” smiles Mrs Collins. “Most superheroes can do extraordinary things because they have special powers, but Max has shown us we don’t need super powers to be special. Therefore, the winner of our superhero competition is…Max!”

Everyone claps loudly as Mrs Collins gives Max his prize - a Buzz Lightyear costume with inflatable wings. “Would you like to try it on?” Mrs Collins asks.

“It looks great,” says Max. “But I think I’ll be superhero Dad all day!”


My Brother the Superhero
by Kim Stewart

My brother Jake’s a hero,

of the super kind.

‘I’m super-fast and super-strong,

as super as you’ll find.’

He wears a super outfit.

He said he got to choose.

‘The outfit that I picked was

red and yellow shoes!’

I told my best friend Chloe.

She laughed and shook her head.

‘Jake’s not a superhero,

I don’t trust a word you said.’

‘He really is a hero.

I don’t have any doubt.’

‘Let’s go and get some evidence.

We’ll watch and check things out.’

Jake saved a girl from tripping

down a crooked stair.

‘Anyone could do that.’

Chloe wasn’t being fair.

A baby bird was chirping,

it had fallen from a nest.

Jake scooped it up and put it back.

‘You snuggle with the rest.’

‘Kind but far from super.

You’re making too much fuss.’

Then Jake sped by and stopped a boy

being squashed flat by a bus!

Jake pulled him to the roadside.

The boy gave him a smile.

‘You are my superhero.

I really like your style!’

‘I believe it now,’

said Chloe. ‘Jake is super cool.’

‘I told you,’ I said grinning,

‘the most super boy in school.’

Next morning when I woke

there were thrilling things to do.

Jake is a superhero.

Maybe I can be one too?’

But when I went for breakfast,

I spotted Jake’s two feet.

‘See your brother’s football shoes?’

‘Don’t you think they’re neat?’

I ran up to my bedroom

feeling no more joy.

‘He’s not a superhero?

Just a strong and speedy boy!’

Jake saw me watch him leaving.

He winked and waved goodbye.

Then he spiralled up and zoomed away…

Flying in the sky.


Simon’s Special Superhero Suit
by Margaret Bailes

Simon thought that flying must be the most wonderful thing in the world. He observed magpies from his window swoop from the top of the power pole to a tree in his garden. He watched in wonder as a flock of sparrows darted and wheeled like a fast moving cloud. Simon wished that he had wings like a bird.

Simon’s favourite stories were about flying. His Mum read him books about wizards on broomsticks and a boy who could fly using magic dust. Simon wished that he had something magical to make him fly.

Simon watched super heroes on TV. They wore special costumes and flew up into the sky at amazing speed. Simon liked to imagine that he could be like a superhero and soar up through the clouds and zoom across the sky. He wore his superhero costume with the big red S on the front and pretended that the S meant ‘Super Simon’. He felt strong and happy when he wore his special superhero suit.

One day Grandad phoned Simon to tell him he had a surprise for him. He would pick him up the next day and Simon was to wear his superhero costume. Simon was ready early, dressed in his special superhero suit with the S on the front for Super Simon. When Grandad arrived Simon asked ‘Where are we going?’ Grandad just said ‘It’s a surprise’.

Grandad and Simon went to the park. At the park children were playing on the jungle gym and swings. Simon watched them as Grandad pushed him by in his wheelchair. Simon felt a little sad that he had to be in his wheel chair all the time and could not play like the other children.

They stopped by a gate and Grandad took out a key. ‘What’s in there, Grandad?’ Simon wanted to know. ‘This is the surprise’ Grandad told him. Behind the gate was a swing, a really big swing. Simon was puzzled. ‘What is it?’ he wanted to know. Grandad explained to him that it was a special swing made just for wheelchairs to fit on.

He wheeled Simon’s chair onto the ramp and clipped it on tight. ‘Are you ready?’ he said to Simon. ‘Yes’ said Simon excitedly. Grandad gave Simon a gentle push. ‘How is that?’ he asked. ‘Push me higher Grandad’ Simon said, and Grandad pushed the swing again, higher this time.

Simon was swept up; a gentle breeze blew through his hair and made his superhero cape flutter behind him. ‘Oh!’ Simon gasped in delight, ‘I’m flying!’


The Tailof Sizzle the Sausage
by Wenda Shurety

Sizzle the sausage dog was puzzled.

At the end of his body was a long thin wiggly waggly THING.

He noticed his fur-free family didn’t have one.

When he was happy, the THING would wiggle and waggle.

When he was sad, the THING would droop down low.

And when he found a pongtabulous smell, the THING would stick out behind him.

One day, Sizzle discovered this long thin wiggly waggly THING had a name.


But he also discovered it was hard to get a closer look at this tail.

He would spend hours trying to catch it.

Sometimes running in circles would make his family laugh.

Sometimes he would become so dizzy that he would end up in a heap.

Sometimes he would run so much in one spot, he would cause a hole.

Sizzle didn’t want to give up.

He needed a plan.

So some thinking…

Then some napping…

A bit more thinking…

An idea!

When dinnertime arrived, Sizzle plonked his bottom into his bowl of food.

‘I’m going to get that tail!’

While he raced in circles, his face became close to the yumminess dripping off his tail.

But every bite was a bite full of air.

‘Hmmm, I need a different plan.’

Sizzle decided to borrow some fleas off his neighbour Minty.

‘Ow! I must bite these fleas off my tail,’ he yelped.

Round and round he ran until he could stand it no longer.


‘Noooo, not a bath!’

Possibly the worse plan ever!

Sizzle was not going to give up.

He decided to learn yoga to become more flexible.

‘A few more of these stretches and that tail will be mine.’


Double stretch!

Mega stretch!

‘Help – I’m stuck!’

As Sizzle waited for someone to untie him, he wondered whether he would ever catch his tail.

Once unknotted, Sizzle trotted round the garden thinking about his funny tail-catching antics.

He started to giggle.

Hee hee!

Followed by a chuckle.

Ho ho!

The more he thought about his crazy plans, the more he laughed.

Ha ha ha!

And the more he laughed, the more his long thin wiggly waggly tail became wigglier and wagglier

Until it was spinning round and round like a propeller.

Sizzle looked behind him to see what was going on.

His spinning tail was so close to his mouth!


‘Moof, moof, moof,’ he barked with joy.

As he staggered around in a wobbly circle, holding tightly onto his tail, a thought crept into his head…

‘What now?’


Bad Vlad
by Jaz Stutley

When we named our kitten 'Vlad'

We didn't think he'd turn out bad;

A glint within his tiny eye

Said: 'You'll be sorry bye and bye.'

He grew up fast; his teeth grew long;

His growl became a battle-song.

He ambushed us at every turn,

Lit fires he left behind to burn.

One night when Vlad began to sing

The dog next door sought counselling.

Then, (not surprisingly) next day

The mice packed up and moved away.

Vlad flourished; riding ever higher

A unicycle on a wire.

It seemed he was disaster-proof

When bungee jumping from the roof.

His exploits then appeared online -

Went viral in the shortest time;

But after twenty million likes

His interest turned to motorbikes.

Out on the street he swaggered past

With wings of leather, cloak and mask;

And on a Harley he roared back

With fans he’d gathered in a pack.

They stayed for breakfast, lunch and tea;

Strung hammocks high from tree to tree,

While Vlad was fanned and fed with grapes,

We hid and sobbed behind the drapes.

We knew we’d have to set him free.

He starred in movies and T.V.;

He played in bands, made Number One -

Vacationed in the tropic sun –

Then followed Transylvania’s call.

We don’t think he’s a cat at all!


The Dog Ate My Homework
by Sharon Boyce

‘Eeewww.’ I wiped my hand down my school shorts leaving a silvery streak of doggy slobber. ‘Did you eat my homework? I worked all weekend on that. It’s due today.’

Big brown eyes looked innocently up at me. Pieces of my creative writing lay scattered on the floor. I couldn’t hand this in. I would have to write a note explaining what happened so I wouldn’t get detention.

Monday 4th

Dear Mrs Jefferson,

I can’t hand my homework in today. My dog ate it.

From James.

Everyone else handed in their homework. I gave Mrs Jefferson the note. She called me up to her desk. Uh oh.

‘Would you please explain this James?’

I shrugged. ‘My dog ate my homework.’

‘I’ve heard that before. I’ll give you until the end of the week to re-submit, and a note tomorrow giving the real reason it’s not done.’

I was about to argue that I was telling the truth when I had a better idea. If she didn’t believe the truth, I would come up with something more creative.

Tuesday 5th

Dear Mrs Jefferson,

I didn’t hand in my homework because my baby sister vomited her mashed pumpkin all over it. The paper got soggy and ripped to pieces.

From James.

Mrs Jefferson frowned when she read my note.

‘I’m sorry James. This won’t do. Try again.’

I thought hard all the way home.

Wednesday 6th

Dear Mrs Jefferson,

While I was doing my assignment at the kitchen table, my brother was writing his letter to Santa. I went to the toilet. When I came back my brother had put my homework in the envelope with his letter. It got posted. I hope Santa enjoys my story.

From James

The corners of Mrs Jefferson’s mouth twitched. She didn’t smile though. ‘I think you can do better.’

Okay, try again. I was determined to come up with something she would like better. Anything to avoid detention.

At soccer practise that evening, hundreds of bats flew overhead. It gave me an idea.

Thursday 7th

Dear Mrs Jefferson,

I got woken up in the middle of the night by a giant bat wearing armour, flapping outside my window. I opened the window to get a closer look and he swooped into my room and grabbed my homework. I launched myself onto his back as he took off again. We flew to his lair high in the mountains. My homework got ripped to shreds by the sharp claws of the giant bat army.

From James

This time Mrs Jefferson did smile when she read the note. ‘Better James, but I expect more.’

I was running out of ideas. I spent all afternoon wracking my brain. Nothing. Mum said we could watch a movie before bed. My brother picked a superhero movie. I rolled my eyes. What was it with him and superheroes?

Hey, wait a minute...

Friday 8th

Dear Mrs Jefferson,

I was sitting in the park thinking about my story, when a shadow loomed over me. It was a man in a cape and mask. He said he was the guardian of our city and needed my help. If I didn’t help, our city would be taken over by a giant bat army who would destroy everything and everyone we loved.

Of course I said yes. I knew where their lair was because I had already been there. I have been so busy helping to save the city that I didn’t have time to do my homework.

From James

After handing my note to Mrs Jefferson, I took my seat. All of a sudden my stomach lurched. It was the end of the week and I hadn’t rewritten my story. I groaned and dropped my head to the desk. Visions of potential punishment tumbled through my mind. Besides the inevitable detention at school, there would be the look of disappointment in mum and dad’s eyes followed by a weekend of extra chores.

‘James please come here.’

I shuffled reluctantly up to Mrs Jefferson’s desk.

‘I’m giving you an A. The notes were a very creative way to do your assignment. I’m impressed. Just do it on time in future.’

‘Yes Miss.’

‘Enjoy your weekend.’



Our Hectic Holiday
by Jonathan Waters

We’re all sleeping soundly, it’s the middle of the night,

When all at once an awful noise awakes me with a fright.

The alarm is beeping loudly, and Mummy’s yelling too,

Jenny! James! Come on, we’re late! Whatever will we do?”

We pile into our little car, our bags are packed in tight, We’re going on a holiday! QUICK! We’ll miss our flight!

We dash into the airport, and we push into the queue,

The flight has left without us, whatever will we do?

I have a sudden brainwave, “What about a train?” “Great Idea!” Mum declares, and off we go again. We’re waiting at the station, our train departs at two, “But wait! Oh no! It’s broken down!” Whatever will we do?

But Daddy is determined, “a ferry leaves today!”

We bundle back into the car, “we’ll soon be on our way”

We screech onto the pier, but the ferry’s choc-a-bloc,

There’s no room for our little car, we’re stranded on the dock!

We watch the ferry sail away, we’re feeling rather blue,

This holiday is going wrong, whatever will we do?

But Mummy is determined, “I’ve found another flight,

It leaves tomorrow morning, so we’re camping out tonight!”

We finally reach the campsite, we got lost along the way, Daddy tries to pitch the tent, but someone wants to play.

It’s a friendly little possum, or at least he was before…

He bit daddy on the bottom, we’re not camping anymore!

Instead we’re in an ambulance, we’re causing quite a scene,

I hope we get there super quick, Daddy’s turning green!

The doctor isn’t worried and she says “he’ll be alright”

“He needs injections, and a lot of rest, you might not catch your flight…”

We’re all sleeping soundly, it’s the middle of the night,

When someone starts to shake me and I wake up with a fright!

Daddy’s feeling better, and we’ve got some time to spare,

We pile into our little car, we have to make it there!

We dash into the airport, and we push into the queue,

The flights have all been cancelled, whatever will we do?

Mummy says “let’s head back home, it’s probably for the best,

I’ve had enough of our hectic holiday! I need to have a rest!”

But wait! It isn’t over! We race back to the car,

It’s Jenny to the rescue with the best idea so far!

It’s not what we expected, but agree that it’s just right…

We’ll pitch the tent in our back garden and we’ll camp at home tonight!!

Daddy’s tangled in the tent, “The pegs go in the ground!”

I help Jenny hunt for possums, just in case there’s one around

Mummy’s made a campfire, and she’s rustled up some treats,

Marshmallows and hot chocolate, and we’ve found some logs for seats!

Now we’re telling silly stories and I sing a silly song,

About our hectic holiday…

We’ll try again tomorrow…

What else could possibly go wrong…?


Hot Chook
by Dhana Fox

The chickens enjoyed their life at their home,

A comfortable coop and acres to roam.

A brand new arrival soon spoilt their fun,

A tiresome dog with his chasing - Chooks…run!

He’d pester the chickens, ‘You smell quite delicious.’

His black eyes were crazy, his sharp teeth so vicious.

‘No need to panic, that dog is all talk,

He just likes to tease us, to taunt and to stalk.’

Their confidence wavered, a grill had appeared,

Today was the day all the chickens had feared.

‘Quick! In the mud, then the gravel and seed.

Devious dog thinks he’s found his next feed.’

He slurped up his drool, gave his gnashes a grind,

Then sank his sharp teeth in a crunchy behind.


All gummy and slobbery and slightly less scary,

He skulked off collecting his teeth for the fairy.

‘We need a new plan, all this mud is too sticky.

This troublesome mutt is too cunning, too tricky.’

Dog was now desperate for juicy sweet meat,

‘Mm…Chicken Curry, a Friday night treat.’

They spied him, dressed up, in full combat gear,

With night vision goggles and tip-toeing near.

He stumbled round blindly as laser beams glared,

While hovering drones had sirens that blared.

He moaned and he groaned from the net high above,

The chooks cackled loudly, ‘You right up there love?’

He eyed off the flock for a lazy plump bird.

Chooks fat and juicy; free range was preferred.

He crept in position to launch his attack…

But Dog was too late; all chooks in a stack.

‘We’re not acrobatic or talented fowl,

We’re chicks on a stick if we throw in the towel.’

‘Psst…little ladies. It’s time to wise up.

I’ll help you,’ said cow, ‘My name’s Buttercup.’

They huddled in close all focused on cow,

As this was a matter of life or death now.

She showed them a sign, ‘But cow we can’t read.’

‘Rule number one says a name’s all you need.’


1. No eating animals with names.

2. Don’t poop where you eat.

3. No joy rides on the tractor.

4. No waking My Farmer before Rupert the Rooster.

‘I’ll give you all names to cluck and to shout.

You’ll never be munched on or rudely spat out.’

Dog, the next morning, spotted a chook,

But something was different, she had a new look.

‘Like the pink sparkles on our snazzy new gear?’

Dog was disgusted; the chooks full of cheer.

‘Dog are you ready? Another farm game?

Bruiser the bull says you haven’t a name.’


Fly Poppy, Fly
by Georgina Moore

Poppy the pooch watched her family fly away in a strange silver bird.

“Poppy wanna fly? Poppy wanna fly?” Percy Parrot squawked.

Poppy whimpered at the window beside Percy’s cage, waiting for the silver bird to return.

Poppy wanna fly? Poppy wanna fly?” Percy Parrot screeched.

Poppy pouted on the porch, watching kitty chase brilliant butterflies and busy bees in the branches of the old oak tree.

“Poppy wanna fly? Poppy wanna fly?” Percy Parrot shrieked.

Poppy slumbered on the sofa, dreaming of strange silver birds, brilliant butterflies and busy bees. They soared and fluttered and whirred through the blue sky. Between clouds. Around leaves. Over blossoms.

Poppy woke to a wonderful idea. Strange silver birds can fly. Brilliant butterflies can fly. Busy bees can fly.

So can I, thought Poppy as she sprang from the sofa and leapt up the stairs two at a time.

Up, up, up she went.

Poppy peered over the balcony. She crouched her little body and stretched her skinny legs. She closed her eyes and leapt into the big blue sky

…..and then Poppy remembered. Strange silver birds have wings. Brilliant butterflies have wings. Busy bees have wings.

“Poppy can’t fly! Poppy can’t fly!” Percy Parrot cried way down below.

Percy’s cry flew out the window on a gentle breeze. Up. Up. Further, it flew.

And high up in the oak tree, Percy’s Parrot family answered his call.

As Poppy hurtled towards the green grass, a rainbow filled the sky. Above. Below. All around.

Green, red, yellow, blue and orange wings surrounded Poppy, lifting her higher.

Poppy looked out over the enormous, exciting world.

She was flying!

She looked down on the small green garden beside her little white house. In the tiny window, a speck of colour flashed. Green, red, yellow, blue and orange.


Poppy floated down to the green grass. She bounded inside straight onto the sofa. The enormous exciting world stretched out beyond the tiny window.

But Poppy knew that right there on the sofa, in her little white house, beside the small green garden under the big blue sky…

...she’d found the perfect spot to watch strange silver birds, brilliant butterflies and busy bees.

Right there, beside her best pal Percy Parrot.


Geckos Can’t Be Superheroes
by Kellie Nissen

The animals stared, wide-eyed, at the noticeboard.

“How cool would that be?” fantasised Fergus the Fairy Penguin.

“Right up my alley,” enthused Elly the Short-beaked Echidna.

“What a perfect way to lift my popularity,” proclaimed Penny the Inland Carpet Python.

Gladys the Marbled Gecko said nothing. She was just an ordinary old gecko. A gecko couldn’t be a superhero.

As the Superhero Audition got closer, the animals began to bicker.

“Nobody wants a superhero who might prickle them!” fumed Fergus the Fairy Penguin.

“Nobody wants a superhero who people are scared of!” exclaimed Elly the Short-beaked Echidna.

“Nobody wants a superhero who smells of fish!” protested Penny the Inland Carpet Python.

Gladys the Marbled Gecko said nothing. She was just an ordinary old gecko. A gecko didn’t have any superhero qualities.

On the day of the Superhero Auditions, the animals were pumped.

“Go Fearless Fergus!” The fairy penguins cheered as Fergus practised his torpedo swimming technique.

“Go Wond-echidna!” The short-beaked echidnas cheered as Elly hoovered up an entire nest of ants with her sticky tongue in under ten seconds.

“Go Python-ator!” The inland carpet pythons cheered as Penny perfected her squeeze and release.

The marbled geckos said nothing. They were just ordinary old geckos. Geckos couldn’t do anything super.

One by one the animals were called up to the stage for their auditions.

One by one they walked off the stage.

“Too stinky,” said the judges.

“Too spiky,” said the judges.

“Too scary,” said the judges.

Gladys the Marbled Gecko said nothing. She was just an ordinary old gecko, but a tiny thought was growing in her mind.

“Aren’t there any more entrants?” asked the judges.

Gladys the Marbled Gecko stepped up to the stage.

The other animals snickered, “Geckos can’t be superheroes.”

Gladys flexed her feet and walked straight up the wall.

The marbled geckos cheered, “Go Gecko-girl!”

Gladys detached her tail and started growing another one.

The marbled geckos whooped, “Go Gecko-girl!”

Gladys stepped sideways and disappeared into the background.

The marbled geckos were ecstatic, “Go Gecko-girl!”

“Wow!” said the judges.

“Amazing!” said the judges.

“We’ve found our new superhero!” said the judges.

Gladys licked her eyeball and said nothing. She was just an ordinary old gecko. She had just done what all geckos can do.


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