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‘No fame! No - No - No! Ronnie,’ screamed Mobo, flapping his wings in sheer panic and jumping up and down on her wrist. ‘No fame, only help! You must not tell. The big people must not find out. We are all sad captives in cages if big people know.’
Suddenly, the responsibility of her situation really hit Saffron - she
knew the bird was right. If adults found out about these
amazing, little birds, they would not leave them alone. They would pull them apart
to see how they worked - like spoilt children with
their Christmas toys. They would not leave the
birds alone until they were all destroyed or the slaves of humans. Saffron had little belief in humanity, she had heard how scientists tortured animals in
experiments that were supposed to be good for people.
‘It’s O.K. bird,’ she murmured. ‘You calm down now, I promise I won’t tell anybody about you. It was your choice to talk to me, you’ll just have to trust me. You want to save your eggs and I want to keep my pony ... uh, Magic Fourleg. You say you can help, can you send radio waves as well as get the ones that
come?’