Food Fight – Concluded With Participant Help

Today I post again the story “Food Fight” with all the additional sentences for the food fight itself.  Then I wrapped it up and concluded the story.  Over the last week I have helped others create their food fight scenes by leaving sentences or paragraphs in the comments under their story, and they in-turn wrote for mine.  Fun participation and fun to see where the story went.

Hope you enjoy how it concludes.

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FOOD FIGHT – A collaborative story, created by 10 of us.

There were four of them.  Two were strong and loud; Sarah and Sally.  They reached higher, made more fuss, got more attention.  They seemed to take up more nest space too.

Two were scrawny and more reserved; Ralph and Rusty.  They let the girls bask in the attention of their parents.  They sat back and took what was left.  But it wasn’t enough.  They were always hungry and the girls stepped all over them.

Then one spring morning after dropping a large worm into each of the girls’ mouths, Father pulled out another one, snipped it in half and dropped the pieces into each of the boys beaks.  They swallowed.  They coughed. They felt alive.  Energy flowed and they stretched their wings.  It felt good.  They wanted more.  So Father decided more was what they would get.

That evening Father flew over the river looking for food and he spotted a fisherman.  He was lying on the bank, boots floating in the water.  Seems odd for a fisherman to be lying down, thought Father.  So he circled round to get a better look.  As he swooped in he saw that the man’s hat was over his face and his belly was rising and falling in a rhythmic way.

Father landed and hopped over.  Curious about this massive up and down, Father jumped up on to the man’s belly and rode the rise and fall.  It was thrilling.  As the belly rose, Father would get a better view of all the equipment, bags and poles the man had scattered about him.  There was so much.  At the fall of the belly, he could nearly see straight up the man’s nose and witnessed tiny little hairs quivering as he exhaled.

At the next rise of the belly, looking once again at all the scattered stuff, he spied a bucket.  Hmm, that could be interesting.  He hopped over and peered inside.

His eyes widened and he jumped back.  It couldn’t be.  He shook his head and flapped his wings and took a deep breath.  He jumped up to the rim and peered down.  It was half full.  Everything was moving.  Little slimy, wriggling worms.

Goldmine!  I have to get this home!

The bucket had a handle and he lifted it up with his beak.  Not too heavy so far.  He clutched the handle with his claws and he could get the bucket up a few feet.  But this wasn’t going to work.  Then he had an idea.  Grab the jacket lying next to the guy, cover the bucket, fly home as fast as possible, grab Mother and get back here.  Done.

He swooped in, told Mother of the amazing bounty and off they flew like lightning.  The girls chirped their disappointment and the boys, feeling confidence due to their somewhat full bellies, shushed them.

Together Mother and Father were able to lift the bucket and within an hour, after a few rest stops, they slung the handle over their home branch and exhaled.

The smell of those wiggly worms was too much.  Sally started an all-out tantrum, screaming at the top of her lungs for the food.  Then Sarah chimed in.  The noise was obnoxious.  The boys, sniffing the air and feeling a bit more self-assured, reached there small necks as high into the air as they could stretch and let out a bawl of desire their parents had never heard.

The girls stopped their screaming and gawked.  Mother and Father stared and then smiled.  Their boys were energized.

With a great show of abundance, Father picked up a claw full of worms and flung them into the nest.  The girls and boys went crazy; flapping wings, hopping around, diving beak-first into the squirming.  It was a mess of fun.

As Ralph was diving for a wiggling tail, it slipped through his beak and landed “slap” right on Sally’s face.

Everyone stopped.  Sally peeled the worm off her face and glared with squinted eyes at Ralph.  Rusty burst into laughter and Sarah, giggling, grabbed half a worm in her claw and squeezed.

But she squeezed too hard and the worm slipped out “BLOOP.” It boinked off Rusty’s laughing beak and landed down Ralph’s throat, making him cough.

Normally, Sally would have gobbled up the offending worm, flung on her face, but she wasn’t going to let her brother get away with this. She swung the long wiggler around and around her head like a lasso and”SWOOSH” it circled Ralph’s neck like a scarf!

”CHOMP”, Rusty bit down on his brother’s ‘scarf’ to make it release; then he flung it back at Sally in a way that it wrapped around her beak and shut her up. Rusty to the rescue!

By this time even Mother and Father couldn’t hold back the laughter! That’s when Father got an eyeful – “PFLUP!”

Sarah wouldn’t stand for her sister being worm-wrapped. She hopped over to the bucket of bait for more ammunition and found a cricket.  Smiling, she hopped back and kicked it up on Rusty’s head where it got stuck in his feathers. Rusty “BAWLED” having never seen a cricket before.

As Father was shaking his head to slop off the mush, Mother quickly tried to calm Rusty. But she couldn’t duck fast enough, as Rusty clamoring to get the thing off his head, shook violently and the cricket went “SHWING”, right at the side of her beak.

“Sorry Mama; I was trying to get it”…”THWAP”- Father bopped Rusty on the wing with a soft worm. “Just defending my lady’s honor son,” said Father as he bowed towards Mother.

“Defending my honor?” Mother replied. “I can do that myself, thank you very much.” Smiling, she hurled a writhing worm that smacked Father smack-dab in his chest – “THWACK!”

 This craziness went on until dusk.  Exhausted from laughing, ducking, throwing and scraping worm slime off themselves, they collapsed as the sun set.  A happier afternoon none had ever experienced.

Father put some moss in the bucket of worms to keep what was left safe from other birds.  And with full tummies the baby Ravens tucked in tight and snuggly for the night.

Father and Mother sat on the edge of the nest and reflected on the day’s events.

The bucket of worms was a wonderful find.  They had done such a good job working together to get the heavy thing back to their tree.  Father preened Mother a bit, showing how much he loved her.

But the biggest and most special discovery was the new-found energy of the boys.  Mother and Father had feared for them as they hadn’t been very interested in food.  But today, they swallowed and grew strong before their eyes.  It was a miracle.  And the joy that afternoon, on all their little one’s faces, was to be cherished.

The story of the Food Fight went out on the wind that day and soon, after much exaggerated additions, took on mythical proportions.