One day as Susie was flying along on her way to get some sticks, something on the road caught her eye. It was an old woman cycling a bike. On the front of the bike was a basket with lots of different coloured balls of wool in it. Susie went on about her business until she came to a house with lots of trees in the garden, which was just perfect for picking up sticks. She was hopping around beneath the trees in the cold winter air trying to hurry so she could get home before it started to freeze, when who should come cycling through the gate but the old woman. She went inside with the balls of wool and Susie flew up onto the window sill. There, through the window, she saw the old woman sit down on a chair beside a cosy warm fire. She began to knit with her wool and Susie watched as she knitted something which was beginning to appear as a scarf.
Realising it was getting late and beginning to get colder, Susie then decided it was a good idea to fly home. As she spread out her wings and jumped into the air flapping, a sudden gust of wind came and blew her back into the window. The old woman looked up. "Oh dear," she said. "What on earth is happening out there?". She got up and walked towards the window. When she got there, she found poor Susie cold and in shock from the bang. "You poor poor thing" she said as she took her in from the window sill. She brought her over to the fire and put her beside it in a warm basket lined with sheep's wool. "Now dear, you rest here and warm yourself by the fire until you are feeling better."
That night Susie stayed by the fire and was very warm. She almost felt glad that she had to be taken in to rest by the fire. Relaxed and warm, she watched as the old woman continued to knit her scarf.
When morning came, Susie was feeling much better and hopping around the sitting room. Once the old woman noticed this, she picked her up and walked to the door to release her. The chill in the air blew at them both when she opened the door and Susie began to shiver in the old woman’s hands. Noticing this change in Susie, the old woman said "You are cold, poor thing I cannot send you out in that weather after having you beside the fire all night. I have an Idea". She brought Susie back beside the fire and she too, sat down. Picking up a ball of blue wool and her knitting needles, she began to knit.
That night Susie stayed by the fire and was very warm. She almost felt glad that she had to be taken in to rest by the fire. Relaxed and warm, she watched as the old woman continued to knit her scarf.
When morning came, Susie was feeling much better and hopping around the sitting room. Once the old woman noticed this, she picked her up and walked to the door to release her. The chill in the air blew at them both when she opened the door and Susie began to shiver in the old woman’s hands. Noticing this change in Susie, the old woman said "You are cold, poor thing I cannot send you out in that weather after having you beside the fire all night. I have an Idea". She brought Susie back beside the fire and she too, sat down. Picking up a ball of blue wool and her knitting needles, she began to knit.
Susie again watched, while she worked the wool along the needles as the fire continued to cause a warm orange glow on the old woman’s face. She smiled as she knitted. Looking up for a moment towards the window she said "Oh it is beginning to snow." Susie looked towards the window, and sure enough, snowflakes were falling. She didn’t like the thought of going back outside into the cold.
After a couple of hours, the snow had completely covered the ground outside. The old woman put down her needles and wool and said "Oh Lovely." She held up the snuggest most comfortable little blue jumper. She brought it over and put it on Susie. "It's a perfect fit" she said, picking Susie up. Then she brought her to the door to again release her. When the old woman opened the door, although the ground was covered in snow and the air was cold, Susie felt warmer than ever. As she spread her wings and flew back into the sky, she said "Thank you" but to an old woman, this was just the sound of a Crow "caw caw."
When Susie got back to her nest, she was so warm and cosy. She no longer felt the cold. To this day high up in that Oak tree in the middle of a field, in the countryside, in Susie's old nest, you can still see a little blue jumper, that a kind old woman knitted for a cold little Crow long long ago.
By Paul Broughall.
After a couple of hours, the snow had completely covered the ground outside. The old woman put down her needles and wool and said "Oh Lovely." She held up the snuggest most comfortable little blue jumper. She brought it over and put it on Susie. "It's a perfect fit" she said, picking Susie up. Then she brought her to the door to again release her. When the old woman opened the door, although the ground was covered in snow and the air was cold, Susie felt warmer than ever. As she spread her wings and flew back into the sky, she said "Thank you" but to an old woman, this was just the sound of a Crow "caw caw."
When Susie got back to her nest, she was so warm and cosy. She no longer felt the cold. To this day high up in that Oak tree in the middle of a field, in the countryside, in Susie's old nest, you can still see a little blue jumper, that a kind old woman knitted for a cold little Crow long long ago.
By Paul Broughall.
