Belinda Rimmer
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Just before lunch time, the hat began to move.
First it tilted to the left.
Then it flopped to the right.
Carefully, Duncan lifted the hat from his head.


His hair felt sticky and tangled up with bits of shell.
But he didn't care because wriggling around was a newly hatched sparrow.

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