Birdsong! - edited!

The two brown birds and a chaffinch flew down and landed on the sill of the bungalow window. Curious little birds they flew up and down in excitement. They had heard the children talking on the bus.
"Icky Wickey," sang the Chaffinch struggling to look in, "Is Icky Wickey in?"
The two brown birds who were famous singers, laughed out loud, "Icky Wickey, Icky Wickey!"

Icky looked most upset and stalked across the room with a book, she slammed it into the window, disturbing the birds who flew up in alarm.
"Ruddy tell alls!" she belched out at them in disgust, "Can't trust a bird-brain!"

"Icky, Icky," sang the trio happily from a safe distance, "Mean old Icky!"
"However am I going to get them to shut up?" asked Icky furiously, "They'll repeat it all over the village and it'll be heard."
Beef nodded unpleasantly, "Them brown ones won't last long, keep playing in the road," he sneered. "I'll squash'em!"

Icky nodded, and pointed towards the fat kid in the playpen, who was lolling in the corner. The other two children, both much younger had fallen asleep. "Then there's him!" she pointed out, "He eats more than he's worth!"
"What's 'is name?" asked Beef absent mindedly, "I know we got him out of the village game last year, his Mum and Dad had to scarper fast, more debts than the British Government."
"Well either that," said Icky, "Or the boys would have taken them out of the County and thrown them out. We don't want rubbish here. They love telling them it's on the Duke's orders."

The fat boy cringed into the corner trying to make himself smaller. It didn't work. Icky came over and poked his arm.
"Not quite fat enough yet." she said after a pause. "I like a good depth of 4cms of fat on the arms." She knew her onions did Icky, Beef and her shared an ancestory with the Ghouls, and liked to keep the traditions going.

Beef nodded back importantly, "Quite right, my dear," he said, "We can't have people saying we don't give them a good deal. 4cms it is then."
Icky looked out of the window, the day was bright and shining. People were moving about, the girl across the road was out for a walk. Icky felt angry. She didn't like her. People weren't taking much notice when she complained about her. Something had to be done. She picked up her bag and decided to go for a walk herself.
"Be right back," she said aloud, and went out into the road.

In the road the birds were still talking about her as they went about the nest building. The House Martens who used to live in the girl's bungalow roof had been turned away. The roof had been mended. Much to Icky's surprise they had taken up residence in the tree oposite the house, and as she turned to them to ask if they weren't happy, they sang.
"That's our girl" and sailed off after the new girl as she walked away. The new girl, smiled and waved to them and adjusted her hat in the breeze.
Just ahead of the new girl, the tiny brown birds were playing in the road, and Icky smiled with satisfaction, lovely, squashed birds!

The new girl waved her arm at them and pointed at them, "Get off the road, you silly wee birds," she said aloud, "Go on before you're squashed!"
The two birds flew up singing, "Icky's behind you! Icky! Icky!"
A large grey estate vehicle floated past, it's wheels an inch from the road.
The girl laughed at the birds, "Good!" she said, "Go on make for the trees!"

Icky felt miserable. She hated happiness even in birdsong. I'm going to get you! she thought angrily, you just wait! I will! I will!