Ta da! Here we are.
Mummy didn’t need a poo at all. She needed to give birth to Honey and me. This was a surprise to her and daddy as she was only 24-week’s pregnant. That’s 168 days from when we were conceived to living in the outside world. The same time it takes to make an anteater.
The doctors told mummy and daddy we would not survive, but they didn’t bother to ask us. (If they had we wouldn’t have talked to them anyway because you’re not supposed to talk to strangers.)
I came out first to have a scout about. Mummy and daddy looked very ugly so I cried. Mummy had a purple face with bulging eyes and daddy’s face was grey and his legs were wobbly. I told Honey to stay inside and hide until the ugly people had gone away but she didn’t listen.
When she popped out she saw I was right and she cried too.
After my daddy stopped passing out he came to visit us in our plastic house called an incubator and started singing us these songs. (Listen to them being sung properly below.)
We both cried again.
