Cordelia's Kingdom

 On Thursday, Cordelia, from the hill, sat on her Moai  and surveyed her kingdom. It was a very nice place, this kingdom of hers.

   The sun was higher that usual, she thought.
                                           Two brothers greeted each other  in the late afternoon sun.

                Sniff. Sniff.

                                                  Cat breath.

    Cordelia watched the cherry tree sway, and the Fiddleheads dance.

           The Morel mushrooms quivered in the wind. Cordelia did not like mushrooms.

               The humans had been participating in a seasonal ritual. Cordelia did not understand this need to gather flowers and plants. Plants and flowers. Where  were the treats?

                          Cordelia preferred birds to plants.  Or treats. The humans often had treats.

    The greenhouse was stuffed to the gills with the plants. And flowers. Containers of dirt sat at the ready. Cordelia wrinkled her nose.  Inside the greenhouse were garter snakes. She loved to hunt garter snakes. They slithered.

  Ahhhhh. A flying snack, thought Cordelia. Too far away. Smokey shooed her off her Moai. He was watching the snack fly away.  He too, liked flying snacks. Though the humans would often ply her and the the others with treats. To distract them, she thought. From the snacks that flew.   Cordelia felt it was time to go home. To find her own humans. Tomorrow she would go to the greenhouse and search out the garter snakes that lived there.  They would make a nice present for the humans of her kingdom.....