Oh that takes me back! 8-)
When they first appeared, I was nowt-but a youngster, with my face pressed against the window of the local house-wares shop watching them 'drinking'.......We couldn't`t afford one (or so I was told!) 
Later-on, I grew up not to be able to afford a Newton`s Cradle.......I sooooooo wanted one! 
I was the same Debs.
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Debs and you Skruntie must have had wicked parents!!!

You weren't both in a novel by Mr. Dickens by any chance? :-/ :-/
You know, the one that featured Scrooge?

I can just picture two Victorian children, their wet noses pressed against the glass of the windows to the great emporium that sells magical drinking birds. Little Skruntie asks
"Daddy [Mr Scrooge] can we have one of those please?"
"Oh yes!" says his sister Debs, in her dirty white dress, with holes in the sleeves made by mice, "Can we Daddy?" "Please" "It is Christmas!"
"No!!! You cannot" answered Scrooge. "You children cost me more than the Royal Navy costs this country!"
Little Skruntie and Debs turn away, sobbing, knowing they would have to wait until they grew up to buy a magical drinking bird. They walked back to their dark and dank home, filled with sadness.
