Instalment One Hundred and Thirty Eight

The session between the Pigeons and the Rats was nearing close and the mediator had made little headway.

“So,” the pigeon’s Spokesbird cooed, “We’ve had complaints from our regional branches, I’ve got a lot of unhappy birds.”

“What seems to be the issue?” the Chairat sniffed.

“I find it hard to believe you haven’t heard to be honest… rats with wings.”

“Rats with wings?” the Chairat squeaked in unconvincing surprise. “Whatever does that mean?”

“Look mate, we know you lot started it and frankly we’re riled. Don’t think we are going to let it fly.”

“What do you propose?” the mediator prompted the pigeon.

“That it stops! How’d you like us calling you Gutter Birds?”

“Let’s not resort to name calling,” the mediator pleaded.

“Good with us, still an improvement on rats. It’s a branding thing, Rats are lower than mice or cockroaches, but with wings we can soar, everything’s up when you live in the sewer!”

The mediator looked at her run sheet, the Night Owls and Early Birds matter of fair and equal worm supply was waiting. She rubbed her temples and did her job.

“The public dislikes you both equally, perhaps teaming up is your strongest course.”