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The bird laughed a small, tinkly bird laugh. ‘Sorry, sorry,’ it said, ‘but everyone knows that love is being held by a warm wing. Would you like me to show you? It’s fine to say no thank you.’

Cyril thought about it, and nodded. The little bird softly put its wing on Cyril’s arm and a gentle warm feeling went up Cyril’s arm to his heart – it tingled and glowed a tiny bit.

When the little bird had gone Cyril wrote on his notepad:

‘Is love being held by a warm wing?’

What do you think?