Something was definitely tickling his cheek. Kenneth reached up to rub his face, his sleepy eyes still closed. His fingers soon found the culprit – the prickly/fluffy stub of a feather poking through his pillowcase. He pulled the feather through the candystriped cotton and opened his eyes to look. A beauty, the feather was mottled brown and white and was curved into a smile. Kenneth was sure that it was a good sign for the day ahead. He jumped out of bed, pulling at the blankets and sheets in a valiant stab at neatness to please his mother. He opened his bedroom curtains and nodded to the blue sky outside. Underneath his Spiderman pyjamas, his chest was suddenly tight at the thought of all the excitement this new day might hold.