Ok here is Simbers story:
                                                                   The Stick
"And then I'll tell Leaf, and then I'll tell Branch, and then I'll tell, Fly, and then I'll tell Ice, and..." Downfeather flapped her wings in annoyance, "stop it Chirp!" she she said glowering down at her younger sister. Chirp hatched late. She climbed down the tree the nest was securely perched in and met as much birds as the feathers on Mothers wings. "Don't you want to tell your friends about the stick?" Chirp asked. "Chirp". I tried to explain. "Mother  hasn't made sure the stick isn't dangerous." Downfeather blurted out.
"It's not dangerous!"
"It could be."
"No!"
"Yes!"
"No!"
"Chicks!" her mother reprimanded flying into the nest with a fat worm. "Downfeather I thought you knew better, you know Chirp just hatched!" Downfeather felt her face grow hot, "Its was, It was, uh nevermind." "But Mother Chirp foun-" Chirp stepped on her foot. "What?!" she hissed. "If you don't tell I'll give you my worm."Chirp whispered. Downfeather picked a spider out of Chirps cream and black feathers to show she agreed. "Go on." Mother said encouragingly. "Nevermind." Downfeather trying not to let her feathers twitch to show she was lying.
Hope you like it!
~Writer of the Posts
(sorry this is late!)