“Mrs. Bluebird told him that, yes, it was time for her to lay her two eggs. Tawny was astonished. Two eggs? He had thought there would be one. Two eggs were… well, it was twice as special, that was what it was. Bonny had doubled their chance of growing a family. Tawny collected himself and stood beside his brilliant wife. Whatever she needed from him, he told her, she would have. He meant it. He would even fight the giant if it came to that. Mrs. Bluebird glanced about nervously, hoping it did not…”

“The giant was up early again. The Bluebirds, who were the giant’s neighbors, grumpily chirped and tweeted. They were tired of the giant’s persistent thundering. Mrs. Bluebird, Bonny, told her husband Mr. Bluebird, who was called Tawny, that she would fly down and scratch out the giant’s eyes. Mr. Bluebird, Tawny, suggested diplomacy. Bonny, the missus, huffed, but when her husband looked away, she let out a relieved tweet. She had not really wanted to get in a fight, but gosh, it was the third time this week. Tawny told her it was time he got to know their large, noisy, neighbor…”