Parrot to the Rescue in Frisian by Mia Bowen Copyright © 2014. All Rights Reserved
	Jack and Lisa were on school holidays, but it hadn't been a fun holidays yet. It had been raining every day!
"Look!" cried Jack, pointing out the window. "Finally the sun is out!" "Why don't you go on a picnic? You can spend all day outside," suggested Mum.
	First they went down to the shed to find Pyt. "Goeie! Wêr gean wy hjoed hinne?" squawked Pyt.
"Wy geane nei de mar ta foar in picnic," replied Jack.
	"Lit ús nei de mar ta gean!" squawked Pyt. And with a big flap of the wings, he was off leading the way up the path.
"It is waarm," said Lisa, wiping her face with her hand. "Ek moat wat drinke." "Ik haw ek toarst," said Jack. "Wêr is de limonade?"
Suddenly, something large swooped down from the sky towards Lisa. Lisa screamed, "Au!! Help! Help my!"
It was a ferocious magpie and she was on the attack. She thought they were too close to her nest.
"Wat gebeurt der?" cried Jack in alarm. "Gean wei!" shouted Jack, flapping his arms around his head as the magpie targeted him. "Ik sil jim helpe!" squawked Pyt. He chased the magpie high up into the tree, while Jack and Lisa disappeared down the path.
	They ran and ran and ran until they were out of breath ... "Slow down!" cried Lisa. "I think we're lost! I can't see the way to the lake any more."
Lisa looked up into the sky and saw Pyt flying above. "Stopje, Pyt!" called Lisa. "Wy binne ferdwaald! Wêr is it paad? Wy kinne it net fine."
	"Ik kin it foar jim fine!" squawked Pyt as he zoomed down through the trees and along the path. "Folgje my!" he screeched.
"Stadiger!" puffed Jack. "Wy kinne net fleane lykas do! Wy moatte troch de bosk hinne gean," he called.
"Dêr is de mar! Lang om let!" cried Lisa.
"Tank foar al dyn help, Pyt!" said Jack. "Mei alle wille," replied Pyt, preening his feathers in embarrassment.
	They sat down beside the lake and started to set up their picnic.
First, they started with some fruit. Pyt called out as his favourite food appeared out of the backpack ...
"... in perzik, ierdbeien, abrikoazen, in banaan, in sinesappel ..."
"... kersen, in par, druven ..."
Pyt eyed all the food with interest as it was placed on the picnic blanket. "Ik haw tige honger. Mei ik in hapke priuwe, asjebleaft?" he asked, bobbing his head towards a slice of fruit cake.
...............	"Net ite!" said Lisa, grabbing the cake. "It sit ûnder de eamelders." She tried to brush all the ants off. It was difficult. "De eamelders hawwe honger ..." said Jack. "En hja ite graach koeke." "Meitsje jim gjin soargjen!" squawked Pyt. "Ik hâld fan koeke en ik hâld ek fan eamelders!" Lisa raised her eyebrows at Jack. "Ugghhhh!" laughed Jack and Lisa together.
"De bôle!" squawked Pyt. "Hast to om de bôle tocht?" "Ja," replied Lisa. "Ik haw it net fergetten." Pyt happily grabbed a chunk of bread in his beak.
"Hasto tsiis?" asked Jack. "Grif! Asjebleaft," replied Lisa as she pulled it out of the backpack. "Jou my asjebleaft in mês," he added. "Tige tank," mumbled Jack through a mouthful of cheese and bread. They all ate for a while, chatting and laughing together.
"Is dat genôch?" asked Lisa. "Wolle jim noch wat ha?" "Nee ... Ik haw pine yn 't liif. Miskien wie it te folle," said Jack. "Noait!" squawked Pyt. They all laughed.
They spent the rest of the afternoon climbing trees, exploring and running around.
The sun was starting to get very low in the sky. "It wurdt let," squawked Pyt. "Ja, wy moatte no nei hûs ta," said Jack.
They packed up their things and headed home down the path away from the lake .... tired, happy and not the slightest bit hungry. Soon they could see the roof of their house through the trees. It was good to be home.
...............	Magpie was happy to be alone again. She was even happier when she discovered some bread they had left behind.