Flash Post 249!
Button, shall we get on with our 4th short story?
We must. You go first. As usual.
Three crows were pulling at a single broomstick.
1st crow: This is mine.
2nd crow: No. It’s mine.
While the 1st and 2nd crows were arguing, the crow number 3 grabbed the stick from under their noses and flew away.
He flew to the nest he was building, lined it with the new broomstick and flew back to his friends.
1st crow: where’s the broomstick you just stole from us?
2nd crow: Yes, where’s that broomstick? I wanted it for the nest I am building for my ladylove.
3rd crow: What broomstick? I didn’t take any broomstick. Have I got any broomstick between by jaws? Now come and visit my nest and see if you can spot that broomstick.
The next morning when crow numbers 1 and 2 dropped by to look for the missing broomstick, crow number 2 found his ladylove preening herself in the nest built by crow number 3.
The 2nd crow gave her the chase of her life. They chased each other, clawed each other, somersaulted in the sky but he vowed that he’d get her back somehow.
Next morning, when crow number 3 was away scrounging for food, crow number 2 swooped down into the nest of crow number 3 and picked out a broomstick from his nest. He quickly flew to his ladylove and showed off the broomstick he was holding in his beak. He also told her that this was the broomstick crow number 3 had stolen from them.
But how can you tell? Asked his ladylove.
Believe. Just believe me when I tell you this is the same broomstick.
From that day on crow number 2 became a hero to the lady crow. She ditched crow number 3 and returned to her earlier love, crow number 2.
The three crows, however, renewed their friendship and became even closer friends all over again even as crow number 3 winked wickedly at the lady crow as if to say: Someday I’ll make another attempt at winning you back.