How the Great Feast Was Saved

A flash fiction from the point of view of a bird.

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Prompt for 9/22
Write a story that includes the words: bread, fence, wings
Have fun!

I'm Clifton, a seagull, or at least if you ask the humans I hang out with that is what I am. In my own tongue I am "Ah-Ahahaha!" all my clan is named that. With our wings, we fly to survive.

The night of the great feast was approaching. Soon the humans would offer us their leavings. If we wanted the bread all we needed to do was wait.

I watched as the offering bins were dragged out. I felt my gullet gurgle. As they were placed outside the fence I felt my heart sink as I realized the offering bins had lids! Our feast was ruined!

These were desperate times. I flew to the mighty cypress where our clan's friend, Ronk, made his roost. He flapped his black wings to keep balance as I landed. "Cousin," Ronk said. "What troubles you? Rarely do seagulls visit my tree. I sense the feast is not going as planned."

"It is not, oh brilliant one," I said. "The humans have confounded us by placing lids on the offering bins! My people cannot move these we beg for your help."

Ronk preened his feathers thoughtfully. "I know how to outsmart their blasphemy," he said. "In return I only ask that you share the bounty with me."

Together we flew back and Ronk set to work. He got a large stick and pushed. With two quiet pops and a shove, the lids were off and we feasted as one flock!

Word count:246 words