Puffins

I can't eat a puffin. I don't have the heart! I know now; my puffin-crazy friend Abi had her birthday, and while I was lying in the mud in a cave some of my other friends made her puffin-topped fairy cakes. She loved them. And couldn't eat her puffin either. Mine is now standing in the window sill, looking a bit wistful. It was a good night! Needless to say there was not only puffin pining but also much rejoicing...