She spoke the language of birds. They would alight on her shoulders and bring her small gifts. She doted on them, and they loved her.
She was walking in the woods with a few of her favorites when she met The Prince.
They came to her defense, and she had to call them back. The buzzards glared, but relented. The owl, always grouchy when the sun was up, hawked a pellet at his feet.
"I thought princesses befriended robins and sparrows," he said.
"I'm not that kind of girl," she replied. "I prefer useful over cute. Enjoy your hunt, Prince."
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Everyday DrabblesShort Story
A drabble is a very short story one hundred words long. No more, no less. They are designed for maximum impact in the least amount of space. For 2019, I'll be posting a drabble every day.