First Christmas for a Young Birb
The young Rexbirb woke from his sleep, as he usually did after a good night’s rest, and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. He was a lone birb, without a family, and had lived a bit different than most other birbs might usually do. His nest was underground, more than twelve feet so, but it did not muffle all noise from what was happening above.
Once the birb had finished his usual morning chores, he moved over to turn the page on the calendar he had, only to discover what day it was, now seeming to understand why there was so much noise above the ground. He ripped out the page, and flew up the stairs, jumping three steps with each jump he took. The young birb’s entrance was a hidden door, nestled between a couple trees, the door would open a tuft of grass for him to climb in, or out of, to enter his nest down under the ground.
At the surface, he peeked out before covering his tracks, hiding his home from the other birbs, as this young one was careful not to let his birb-self