There was great excitement in the big pink May tree. It was the wedding of Thelma and Theodore Thrush！
The bridegroom， looking very important， was perched on the topmost branch.
The larks， who had offered to supply the music， were tuning up， ready to burst into song the moment the bride arrived.
All at once， one of the guests called out：
“Look， there are human beings under the tree！”
“Oh， but they are only children！” said Theodore Thrush. “Do not worry. They will not hurt us. Carry on with the wedding.”
Then the bride came up， followed by her six bridesmaids， and the wedding began.
It was very short. The bride and bridegroom touched beaks twice， said “Chirrup， chirrup！” three times， with the right foot raised， and it was all over.
“Now for the feast！” said Thelma's little brother. “Where is it？”
The elder Mrs Thrush， who had gone to fetch the feast from a hole in the tree-trunk， came back very upset.
“Oh， dear！” she said. “This is awful！ The food has been stolen.”
All the guests looked very glum. Then suddenly， the children saw the birds.
“Look！ There are lots and lots of them，” cried a little girl. “It must be a party！ Do come and join us，” she called， looking up into the tree. “We are just going to have tea，” and she threw a big， fat， buttered crumb on to the grass.
Theodore flew down and took it back to his wife.
The others followed suit as more crumbs were thrown. Never before had there been such chirping and fluttering and hopping of birds， such a laughing and chattering and excitement of children under the May tree！
At last all the birds flew off the birdbath and drank the health of the new Mr and Mrs Thrush.
“And here's to the health of the children， as well！” added the elder Mrs Thrush. “But for them， there would have been no wedding feast！”