Cast
A tale of love, lies, and lunch — as witnessed by Kiki the Crow.
Starring:
• Eagle – Elegant. Proud. Currently very single.
• Kite – Slick. Charming. Full of hot air and empty talons.
• Kiki the Crow – That’s me. Forest gossiper, truth detective, and romance skeptic. Welcome to another totally avoidable mess.
A Tree, a Sigh, and a Sad Bird
High up in the old oak, the Eagle sat unusually still. Wings drooped. Eyes dreamy. Sighs frequent.
Down below, forest life bustled on—but something about Eagle caught the attention of a certain black-feathered observer.
Kiki the Crow tilted her head from a nearby branch.
“What’s with the royal gloom?” she whispered, though loud enough for three trees to hear.
Eagle replied softly, “I wish I had someone strong… someone to take care of me.”
A silence fluttered in. Kiki blinked. “Take care of you? You’re an eagle. Since when does strength mean finding someone to depend on?”
But before the wind could carry the question away, a shadow swooped in.
Enter: Kite, with Confidence Larger Than His Wingspan
The Kite landed nearby with a dramatic whoosh, feathers puffed and eyes gleaming.
“I heard you need someone strong,” he said with a wink. “Look no further.”
Eagle perked up. “You? But can you really provide for me?”
“Provide?” he chuckled. “I once carried an ostrich across a canyon. Light as a feather.”
Kiki’s beak dropped open. “An ostrich? Carried? With those twigs you call talons?”
But Eagle was enchanted. She nodded. “If you’re that strong, maybe you are the one.”
And just like that, without so much as a background check or a worm-sharing date, a wedding was held. Forest style. Lots of squawking. Minimal paperwork.
The Post-Wedding Reveal
The next morning, Kite flew off to find food for his new bride.
He returned, chest puffed… and claws clamped around a single, scrawny mouse.
Eagle blinked. “That’s it?”
Kiki, now sipping coconut water from a leaf cup, leaned over and whispered, “Was the ostrich on vacation?”
Eagle looked furious. “You said you could carry an ostrich!”
“To win you, I’d have said anything,” Kite shrugged.
Kiki groaned. “So… we’re calling this love now? Lying your beak off counts as romantic strategy?”
Eagle turned away in disgust.
But Kiki wasn’t done.
“Disgust, huh? Is that really about him—or just your expectations turning sour?”
When the Moral Doesn’t Moral
Kite ruffled his feathers. “Hey. Everything’s fair in love.”
Kiki landed between them, feathers flaring.
“Oh, really? So tricking someone into trust is fair? Depending on a provider instead of finding your own strength is fair? Is love just demands, deals, and dramatic disappointment now?”
Eagle stared at the mouse. Then at Kite. Then at herself.
And suddenly, the sky felt very quiet.
A Feathered Pause
No one spoke for a while.
Kiki looked at them both. Her voice dropped softer than usual.
“Can love grow where expectations take root?”
“Is it even love—or just a list of needs we hope someone else will meet?”
“Can it still be love if it has to prove itself by passing a test?”
No answer.
Only the sound of wind in the trees, and the faint squeak of a very confused mouse.
Closing Squawk
There was no grand ending. No flashy lesson. No happily-ever-feather.
Just a silent question flapping through the branches:
Who are you trying to win? What are you hoping to get?
And when will you rest your wings and choose the thing that feels less like a choice… and more like home?
