Every year, Lili-bird spent winters in a warm southern manor and summers in Mornwood, in her little Victorian house among the leaves. It was her ritual. Her homecoming.

But this year, something was different.

As she flew closer, she heard a song. Quiet, unfamiliar. Lili-bird landed on a nearby twig, tried to peek through the tiny window, but the rustle of leaves startled her.

The song continued.

Someone else had moved in.

For the first time in years, she would have to find a new home for the summer. A kind magpie named Poka offered her shelter, clearing out a room full of treasures without a second thought. Lili-bird was grateful, but her heart still longed for her old house.

A few days later, curiosity got the better of her. She returned, perched on the windowsill, and knocked gently.

"Good day to you!" she called.

A muffled voice answered. "Oh, forgive me, dear lady, but I am in a terribly inconvenient position. Could you come back another time?"

Lili-bird sighed and flew to a nearby branch. She sat there for a long time, looking at the mossy roof, the familiar wood. She missed it.

Then she heard a grumble. A tiny voice muttering to itself.

"What a mess in the east corridor. I'll never manage this alone. I'll have to invite Mrs. Gopin and her family for dinner."

Lili-bird tilted her head. She knew that voice.

She peered closer and saw a small hole in the bark. A caterpillar wriggled out, covered in wood dust, grumbling about the walls.

Lili-bird smiled. It was only a woodworm caterpillar. Her house was still empty. Still hers.

She flew closer and asked: "I'm your neighbour. Do you need any help with that corridor?"

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