In their youth they can be foolish, but they are brave and show no fear.
Dropping off the cliff with their yellow feathery parachute, bumping into rocks and trees, they are the clowns of my secret jungle in the backgarden. Two cats were hunting for them last night. I trapped and I hypnotised one of them. He said, he was a beduin in his previous life, likes to paint his face and the paws feel stupid when walking though a puddle. He didn’t tell me where was the hide-out of the cat tribe. I tried pulling his hair out one by one, but it turned out he enjoys it. Another two cats came back the next day, they engaged in a fight with my kiwis, and they were defeated. I think, I can safely say, the kiwis will make history.