From underwater Ids (who love to make soup) and fire Ids (who are obsessed with birthday candles) to prehistoric Ids (who are tiny), Ids are not defined by their gender, colour, size or shape.  An Id’s identity comes from what they love. Their passions take them on journeys where they will discover time travel, circular dreams, hole digging, underwater soup, fruit competitions, and more!

Dark clouds. The Great Storm is coming! Cold wind. Cold rain. The river Efja swirls to Susie’s song. Flash! Crash! The storm is very loud. All the Ids run for shelter. Susie knows just what to do. She stands on the Big Heavy Thing and sings to the storm. From every corner in Idby, Ids run out and start to sing. Hands up then down, spinning round and round, the Ids laugh as the Great Storm drifts away.

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