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[021] Family (Finding Nemo)
Theme Prompt: #021 – Birds of a Feather
Title: Family
Fandom: Finding Nemo
Rating/Warnings: None
Bonus: Yes
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 496
Summary: Nigel reflects on the connections in his life.
Nigel sat on the edge of the rooftop with the other pelicans, watching the seagulls circling above. A small child walked along the marina, a bag of chips clutched in his tiny hands. He was struggling to keep up with the adults walking ahead of him, and thus not paying much attention to his food.
A scattering of crumbs and larger morsels dropped to the boards around the child’s feet, and immediately the cry went up.
“Mine! Mine! Mine! Mine! Mine!”
Nigel ruffled his feathers in disgust as the seagulls plummeted towards the meagre food and started fighting over it, as if their lives depended on it.
“At it again, eh?” his neighbour commented, tutting in disapproval. “Uncivilised, that’s what I call it.”
Nigel couldn’t disagree. The seagulls gave all of bird-kind a bad name. They were the scourge of the marina, and everyone Nigel had ever met was of the opinion the harbour would be much improved by their absence.
He glanced along the line of pelicans, all taking their ease and expressing their superiority over the seagulls with cutting remarks or disdainful glances. But were they really any better? When one of their own, Gerald, was in trouble, none of them ever went to help him. Admittedly, Gerald’s issues with biting off literally more than he could chew were an almost daily problem, but that didn’t mean he should be ignored. Just because he never learned his lesson, it didn’t follow that he should be left to suffer. Although, it could be argued that none of the other pelicans ever offered to assist Gerald, because they knew Nigel would eventually give in and take the burden from them. So, he supposed, it was his own fault for his compassionate nature.
But it did make him wonder about the saying: birds of a feather stick together. It was fair enough that the pelicans disparaged the seagulls, since they were clearly a lower life form, and not worth bothering about. But shouldn’t they at least look after their own?
Made restless by his depressing train of thought, Nigel pushed off the roof, spread his wings, and sailed towards the buildings on the far side of the marina. Perhaps there would be an interesting case at the dentist’s office today. Despite being a completely different species, his friends in the dentist’s fish tank were much more fun to hang around with than the other pelicans. They had been thrown together by circumstance rather than genetics, but they really cared about one another, and supported each other through their difficulties. The society of the tank was a good example for everyone, that it didn’t take blood to make a family.
He flew on, leaving his brethren behind, and headed towards his true friends and bonds forged through mutual affection and shared interests, feeling very lucky to have such connections in his life.
The cries of the seagulls gradually faded behind him as the dentist’s window came into view.
Nigel sat on the edge of the rooftop with the other pelicans, watching the seagulls circling above. A small child walked along the marina, a bag of chips clutched in his tiny hands. He was struggling to keep up with the adults walking ahead of him, and thus not paying much attention to his food.
A scattering of crumbs and larger morsels dropped to the boards around the child’s feet, and immediately the cry went up.
“Mine! Mine! Mine! Mine! Mine!”
Nigel ruffled his feathers in disgust as the seagulls plummeted towards the meagre food and started fighting over it, as if their lives depended on it.
“At it again, eh?” his neighbour commented, tutting in disapproval. “Uncivilised, that’s what I call it.”
Nigel couldn’t disagree. The seagulls gave all of bird-kind a bad name. They were the scourge of the marina, and everyone Nigel had ever met was of the opinion the harbour would be much improved by their absence.
He glanced along the line of pelicans, all taking their ease and expressing their superiority over the seagulls with cutting remarks or disdainful glances. But were they really any better? When one of their own, Gerald, was in trouble, none of them ever went to help him. Admittedly, Gerald’s issues with biting off literally more than he could chew were an almost daily problem, but that didn’t mean he should be ignored. Just because he never learned his lesson, it didn’t follow that he should be left to suffer. Although, it could be argued that none of the other pelicans ever offered to assist Gerald, because they knew Nigel would eventually give in and take the burden from them. So, he supposed, it was his own fault for his compassionate nature.
But it did make him wonder about the saying: birds of a feather stick together. It was fair enough that the pelicans disparaged the seagulls, since they were clearly a lower life form, and not worth bothering about. But shouldn’t they at least look after their own?
Made restless by his depressing train of thought, Nigel pushed off the roof, spread his wings, and sailed towards the buildings on the far side of the marina. Perhaps there would be an interesting case at the dentist’s office today. Despite being a completely different species, his friends in the dentist’s fish tank were much more fun to hang around with than the other pelicans. They had been thrown together by circumstance rather than genetics, but they really cared about one another, and supported each other through their difficulties. The society of the tank was a good example for everyone, that it didn’t take blood to make a family.
He flew on, leaving his brethren behind, and headed towards his true friends and bonds forged through mutual affection and shared interests, feeling very lucky to have such connections in his life.
The cries of the seagulls gradually faded behind him as the dentist’s window came into view.
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