Once upon a space, there was a blackbird. Having only brown and black relatives, they perceived her as inferior—she had been born with a whitish-brown plumage. Her mother used to overprotect her, thinking: This poor thing won’t survive a single day without us. Compared with this, her father wondered whether he might be a cuckold.
After all of her siblings had left their home in order to reproduce, our whitish-brown one boldly declared in front of her parents: I’m going to see the world!
Her father sighed, yet her mother said: No way! So she was forced to leave without their permission.
In the beginning, everything seemed pretty easy: She knew how to fly, and nature proofed to be lush enough to offer several meals per day. Things changed when a hawk began to stalk her zealously. She tried her best in order to escape him, yet he was not one of those slow-food disciples. Eventually, she confronted him boldly: What the heck do you even want from me?!
He hence presented his dumbest visage, saying: Hello cutie! Nice to eat you!
She felt quite a bit offended and responded: Have you ever eaten someone like me?!
Nope!, he replied without changing his grimace.
So what makes you believe that I’m edible then?!
Dunno! I’d say let’s give it a try!
Wanna know what my mom used to say? No way! Now get out of mine!
He was impressed quite a bit, and since she looked good enough to eat he had another idea: Look cutie, why don’t you accompany me for a while? Perhaps, by knowing me better you’ll learn to appreciate my beak.
Considering her options she was thinking: He doesn’t seem to let me vanish easily, and even if he does there will be more guys like him bothering me. Let’s see whether he’s willing to accept my terms … Here’s the deal—number one, don’t ever touch me! Number two, don’t eat birds! Number three, don’t ever touch me! Got it?
What‘s number one again? Alright, alright! I can see it in your eyes you don’t find it funny.
Upon this special agreement, they joined forces. His territory proofed to be quite big, and whenever he was heading for a feathered prey she reminded him of his promise. Yet the day came when she had seen everything there was to see, and she realized that she was bound to her promise, too.
The way she eventually got rid of him might sound a bit unlikely, but I am going to recount it nevertheless. As a matter of fact, he soon fell in love with a hawkess who made him choose between her and his ‘feeble friend’. When he intended to eat the latter his fiancée made a fuss: Are you kidding me? You’re not going to enjoy her under my very nib, are you? Is this how you imagine an emancipated partnership based on affection and mutual consent?
He felt quite a bit ashamed, and while he tried to beg his aggrieved beloved for pardon our confident blackbird managed to escape. Of course, her next encounter was merely a matter of time.
She was just swallowing an earthworm when she suddenly felt some teeth around her tail.
Give it back!, demanded a muttering voice.
Excuse me?, replied the blackbird, incapable of turning around.
Whatever you are, give that worm back!
Who the heck is talking to me?!, the trapped one desired to know.
The mistress of the situation!
What if I don’t?, our blackbird boldly bargained.
Then you’ll end up as a fox’s prey!
She gagged the earthworm out. The vixen released the tail in order to eat the dizzy creature. Upon licking her jaws she noted: You’ve got a refined taste!
The blackbird was astonished quite a bit. Well, thank you!, she responded. You’ve got a, uh, nice tail.
You like it?, asked the vixen with a proud visage. I’d like to hire you as my personal hygiene assistant. It’ll be your responsibility to keep my entire fur free of parasites. As a reward you may dwell in my brush, and I might even spare a worm for you once in a while. Deal?
Our plumed heroine was pondering: Is it normal for a fox to be this crazy? Anyway, as long as I live in her tail nobody ever harms me for sure. Deal!, she thus answered.
It turned out to be a decent symbiosis: The vixen was content with her shiny fur, and our blackbird was able to discover new places without being bothered by anyone. Besides, the brush proofed to be the most comfortable and secure nest ever. Their mutual tranquility lasted until the mating season. The vixen was in heat, and the male foxes could not ignore her—which meant the ‘hygiene assistant’ was not safe in her tail any longer. Make sure to return as soon as this revelry is over!, the host reminded the blackbird, bidding farewell to her.
The latter was so concerned about ending up as a fox’s prey that she flew away fast, namely till the point of exhaustion. Halting on a clearing she tried to calm her breathing. When she looked up she was surrounded by a pack of wolves. Whom do we have here?, asked the alpha female, pressing a paw on the blackbird’s tail.
Looks like a weirdo!, exclaimed a male wolf youngster, and his peers cheered.
Silence!, the matriarch growled. If you haven’t lost your voice tell us what you are!
A blackbird!, replied our whitish-brown one. The youngsters cheered again.
It’s less the appearance than the song which makes a blackbird!, an older she-wolf declared.
Are you capable of singing?, the alpha female asked, and everyone was still.
Had she ever sung before? It seemed so natural, and yet she could not remember. She bowed her head in shame.
Well?, said the leading she-wolf impatiently. It’s Blackbird’s choice—it’s sing or slip. She opened her mouth in order to visualize what she meant.
Just when our humbled heroine sensed the stench of doom she started singing. All of a sudden, dozens of black birds with yellow eye-rings and bills showed up on every shrub and responded to her bewitching chant.