“Queen of the Crows” by Sonja P.
My mum used to worry that I spent to much time by myself. I’d always play board games by myself, read to myself, hang out at the park by myself, and even talk to myself, but I never thought this was anything wrong to do.
I wasn’t too social, as you could tell, but it was not that I didn’t like people, I actually didn’t mind people at all. I liked being in the company of people, it was nice to sit beside someone and just sit. No talking, no breathing loudly, just sitting with each other in each others presence. I didn’t think this was weird at all. I found it quite interesting, at least when I first do this with someone, there are always split reactions. Still, it has come to my attention that people don’t like quiet, being ‘alone together’ I like to call it, so naturally I’ve moved on to animals.
I first started with dogs, because that’s generally the first kind of pet you think of, but being the pet free house that I live in, I soon became aware that going to the dog park and fetching yourself a friendly collie-poodle mix was not really socially accepted. So I moved on to cats and in a nutshell, I quickly moved forward to birds because after seeing a very fat cat lunge at a baby crow, you soon find a distaste for such a chubby fellow.
So now I had a bird, a baby crow for that matter. I generally thought that a bird would not be a good pet, for I thought that they were louder than humans, which I wasn’t wrong, but saving a baby crow from puss and boots the chubb, you feel that this little bird has somehow attached itself to you, which it also did. I quickly found that though perfectly able to walk around on its own, it followed me around like a friendly dog, and also was not a cat, so I decided to befriend my new birdie bestie.
He was a bit of a talker, would squawk and pip every other moment, but he also could be quiet, mostly when he was sleeping, though he did snore quite bit. I soon became accustomed to these quirks and we quickly became the best of friends.
I’d spend most of my time with him, and decided to give him the name Stewart, (for he looked like a Stewart). I’d play board games with him, read with him, hang out at the park with him and even talk to him. We soon became the best of friends, and we did almost everything together. I started to get used to his constant chatter, and it no longer really bothered me, because there was a balance of quiet and noise.
In my neighborhood, I started to become known as the Crow Queen, but I quickly changed the title to Queen of the Crows, which that too became mutually accepted. I started talking to people about Stewart, who would sit on my head chewing my hair, and I started to meet people I wouldn’t otherwise talk to. I started making human friends, and it seemed that all those quirks that bothered me about Stewart, but then got accustomed to was very helpful in the people world.
I soon had a good group of friends, and my mom was very happy that I have become more social. Still, though I did now like human company, and tolerated all the quirks that came with being social with other humans, I couldn’t help but to slowly disappear in the background, to spend some time by myself and of course Stewart.
Naturally, I still like animals company over people, but with the help of Stewart, I can tolerate and even enjoy human company. Still, people talk, and animals don’t, so I still like our quiet and sometimes less noisy than human interactions together.
I have come to realize though, that not everything works out in the way you expect, and though I thought people talk and Stewart doesn’t…well he didn’t… until he did…