CECILE

Cecile didn't understand social-media.

And why should she?

If any of the other birds had anything to say, they didn't tweet; they gobbled.

All day.

They all knew that one day, if the sky didn't fall in, they would all be taken to 'The Wild'.
And there they would cluck, putt, purr and yelp.

But until then, they would just gobble.

All day.

Cecile couldn't understand why her mother was so famous?
She didn't know her very well, but her photo had reached the far corners of the earth!
Headless, footless and with a Wild tan to-die-for, the image of her and her big game hunter became an internet sensation.
The people from the Wild asked the hunter where she came across my mother?
They asked the hunter if she'd had to put her hand up her mother's bottom?
And if her inside bits were edible?
They asked her what they should bathe her mother in? (Fame has its luxuries after all).
They Liked the photo, they Shared the photo, they Favourited the photo and they Tweeted incessantly.

A little bit like Cecile & the other birds did, the last time they saw their mothers.

Cecile knew they would be taken to The Wild soon.

The sounds from the box on the wall had changed; the grain they were fed was plump and forthcoming.

The weapon that the hunter in the photo brandished with a smile, began to appear everywhere, especially near the door that led to The Wild.

The people with the phones that shared the photo wore hats.

Red ones, with bobbles.

All day.

As Cecile followed her chubby little friends, to the door that would make her 'Queen of the Jungle', she remembered the last thing her mother had told her

"Do not try to fight a lion, if you are not one yourself".

(African Proverb)