Jim the Jackdaw goes hungry

Jim the Jackdaw loved ripe, juicy figs. So did the other birds, so as soon as he saw the hard little green figs appear he had an idea. "I'll sit by them and wait for them to get ripe. Then I can eat them as soon as they're ready," he thought.

So he perched in the branches of the fig tree and waited. First thing every morning he looked at the figs, but they were still green. Day by Day he got thinner and thinner. At last he was so weak he fell off the branch. As soon as the figs turned brown the other birds arrived, but poor old Jim was too weak to fly up and join them.