The Little Messenger - SILVER WINNER
by Fionn Mcann
The little brown bird hopped, skipped and jumped across the small silvery garden that cold frost must have breathed on the night before. He fluttered his little wings and puffed out his chest that looked like he was wearing a crimson bib. He was on a very important job and puffing out his chest was an important part of that job.He hopped, skipped, jumped and fluttered some more and landed on one windowsill after another. The red bricked building was old and big and a lot of work for a little bird to get around. However, he managed to land on every windowsill of every room where one of the elderly residents slept.
It was on such a windowsill that the nine year old boy saw the little busy bird. He knew it was a robin redbreast from his nature books. He glanced from the little hopping bird back to his smiling Granny who was sitting up in her bed with her eyes closed but telling him she was about to go off on the best journey of her life. She called the place she was going to 'the great unknown' and said she was very happy about going because she was going to meet so many old friends she hadn't seen in a long time.
"Will you send me postcards Granny?" asked the boy still noticing the little bird hopping from side to side on the windowsill as if listening to the conversation."I'll do something even better than that" said Granny."Do you see the little bird on the windowsill outside? He has visited me every day I have been here"."Yes I see him" said the boy."He is my little messenger to you. He puffs up his chest because it is full of hugs and kisses to be delivered to children even grown up ones, that is why his chest is red. I promise you that when I go on my journey my little messenger friend will visit you and you will know his little red chest is full of my love to you" said Granny.
"That sounds great Granny but where is your luggage for this trip?" asked the boy."It's already at my destination sweetheart. Now give your Granny a kiss, it's time for me to sleep ". He gave his Granny a kiss on the cheek and smelt her lovely Irish Violets perfume that she loved."Bye Granny enjoy your travels!" "I will" said Granny smiling - her eyes having remained closed the whole time.
Imagine my Granny able to organise my very own robin redbreast messenger thought the boy as he closed the door of his Granny's room and noticed his Mum and Dad trying to smile.
The next morning he awoke to the noise of gentle tapping on his bedroom window. As he drew back the curtain, there was the little robin with his crimson puffed out chest. The little boy felt all warm inside and happy that his granny had reached her destination to 'the great unknown'.