Queen Mabel

The Ragtag Daily Prompt this morning is PLUMP. And I’m going to bring back the lovely pigeon Mabel for today’s flash fiction.

Mabel surveys her fellow pigeons, children and grandchildren, from her lofty branch. She enjoys the morning light on what she expects to be another beautiful autumn day. Being queen of the pigeons, she’s had first crack at the feast. Now she rests and as the others — spring chicks most of them — peck away at the grains spread out for them by the kindly old man on the bench.

She sighs contentedly; life is good. Perhaps she’s a little on the plump side, but it’s all in the genes–and who can argue with their inherited genes? She’s old and wise now, simply accepts herself as she is and goes on with the business of directing her realm. So many birds to keep an eye on and order about!

Now who’s that coming along the street, walking briskly, scattering her subjects? One of those humans with his head full of ideas, not paying the least attention to the birds. How they rush about! Oh wait, he’s stopping. He’s looking up at her; Mabel senses he’s admiring her. She plumps herself up and even more, pleased with the admiring gaze of another creature. After all, isn’t she beautiful?

And she’s the queen now. Ah life is good!

You can read the original tale, written for the RDP Sumptuous , HERE.