The Rebellion

“Fire!” screeched Alexander the XII, the cockatoo leader of the Bush Nut Patrol. “Good shot Bush Nut Patrol!”
Alexander the XII was a magnificent cockatoo with a brilliant big, bright yellow crest. He smelt of fresh mountain water and rich, yellow honey. He was a natural born leader who only listened to Scott after Scott saved him from a birdcage on its way to Hawaii.
Seventy gumnuts soared towards a farmer’s scarecrow as the Bush Nut Patrol soared overhead.
“Remember to rest tonight,” advised Scott, the hero of this story.
Scott was a small, fluffy tawny frogmouth whose brown feathers matched the colours of the West Australian gumnut trees perfectly. Scott had always asked too many questions so he was kicked out of the nest very early. He spent most of his time catching grubs and pretending to be a tree.
“I can’t wait to beat those land-loving human scallywags to a minuscule pulp,” cursed David, the blue tongue, who ever since watching ‘Pirates of the Caribbean’ through a window had never stopped talking like a pirate.
It was ten in the morning in a ghost gum forest off the coast of Western Australia. The anti-human attack force was practising to attack the humans across Australia, then the world.
“Remember what we’re aiming for tomorrow. We just want to take back our land, not to harm the humans,” warbled Scott.
“I think we’re ready,” thought Scott, admiring his work. “I think we’re ready.”
Chapter 2
“This has been the quickest flight ever,” laughed Errol, the sarcastic kookaburra. They had been on the wing for three hours straight. Errol was the only bird in the bush who knew the way to Perth, but annoyingly he was always sarcastic.
The sun was rising and between the orange and pink rays. They could see the dark outlines of the massive metal skyscrapers, and big colourful bridges over sparkling, blue, clear Swan Lake.
“Tally ho! To the retched human scumbags lair!” wailed David, the blue tongue.
They were going to go around the city so they would cast a massive shadow on the city as they reclaimed their land.
Chaos broke loose as the full force of Bush Nut Patrol finally dawned upon the shoppers and workers going about their daily business. Hundreds and thousands of gumnuts rained down onto the streets below as the mighty mass of birds circled the city. Menacing, screeching battle cries echoed through the streets as Errol and David ducked and weaved through people’s feet tripping them up.
“Look over there!” hooted Scott in surprise. “They’re planning to cut down the forest!”
Sure enough, on the edge of the forest ‘demolitionists’ were fleeing in terror as the Bush Nut Patrol glided over-head.
“We need to stop them!”
“Bush Nut Patrol advance to Maple Street,” squawked Alexander the XII.
Five blocks to go. Three blocks to go. One block to go. They were there.

“Let it rain on those big-headed habitat destroying villains,” screamed David.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Thousands of gumnuts hailed down on the tree destroying, metal monstrosities like gun shots. They had done it. The machines were no more and Perth was in terror. They had done it ….. almost.
Chapter 3
“BBC news here. We interrupt your regular program to report a peculiar event. A massive murmuration of birds flew over Perth, Australia, dropping gumnuts on people and attacking Perth’s new eco friendly tree planting program. Ornithologists believe this may be a sign of rebellion against the humans. Check out our Facebook page for information on this strange event. Have a good morning. Signing off, Joshie,” projected the 44 inch black screen TV as it returned to normal programs.
“We did it!” hissed David, the blue tongue in surprise. “Those long-legged scallywags don’t know what hit them!”
On that note, they started their journey back to the bush. Everyone was chanting, ‘We got our habitat back!’ all the way home, except for Scott. He didn’t like how they were screaming in terror and running away.
“What’s wrong Scott?” questioned Alexander the XII. “We beat those humans. What’s more to want?”
“Remember the stories old Joe would tell us?” asked Scott sadly.
Old Joe was a crazy magpie who lived near the creek. He was the first to settle in West Gum Forest and he had stories about how he was driven off by humans as they shot down the other birds.
“Yes,” replied Alexander.
“Do you remember how he said he could hear the screams of the other fleeing birds as they were shot down?” remembered Scott thoughtfully. “I can’t help but feel that that siege was a lot like that. Maybe in that siege we were the bad guys.
We also destroyed a tree planting service for nothing. Just because we thought the worst of the humans. War isn’t the answer. We need to think the best of the humans and hope that they do the right thing,” Scott thought deeply.
“I have an idea Scott but we have a lot of work to do,” said Alexander.
He explained the plan to the gang. They all loved it and set to work immediately.
Half an hour later, they were back on the wing travelling back to Perth. Instead of carrying gum nuts they were carry seeds, some flowers and an apology card. All hoping they would be forgiven.