Kingdom of Crestoria! 28
Five furry little balls of yellow jumped up and down around a large Purple chicken. Her short fluffy feathers made the little chicks stand out even more. The small busboy in his yellow vest and yellow cap was laying its neck across his back with eyes open wide. Sweat bounced of the spikes from his puffed up head.
“But Madam, I am sorry, it says on your ticket you are in the next dining room!” He swallowed a large part of his fear away and trembled at his feet.
‘Mummy! Mummy” and “when can we eat” and even the occasional “I am hungry” interrupted the dispute. And neither the busboy or the chicken were giving in.
Her wings flapped franticly and lost some of her feather in anger. They drifted gently through the room. Nobody else was even giving in until another door opened and a waiter came through holding a platter of food.
Soon as he came within the vicinity of the wing the plate was thrown up in the air. A shock went through all the animals directly involved, making them all come to a standstill. The large chicken screamed in silence with just her long beak opened wide. The ducks just yelled in unison “Watch Out”
And as the food spread across the floor and tables it were the little chicks that had no shame and jumped on the pieces of meat and fruit scattered about. ‘Food.” , “Yummy”
“This is mine.”
It was this instant I stood up and the princess turned her head only to hear the plate make a sound of a gong when it hit the floor.
Purple chicken in a purple dungarees made of feather. Clearly only just now did I notice the copper coloured clasp and buttons. “I am so sowwy” The bowed down but at the same time pecked something of the floor and ate it.
It was a funny sight to see though it might have been our own food. Well most certain as we were the only ones sitting at a table.
Nobody moved at the sound of that and all looked into one direction. The princess.
She stood tall with her hands on her hips and a deadly glare at those who made this what was suppose to be a quiet trip, into a very noisy and restless one.
“For crying out loud, why can you not accept you have to eat elsewhere, fatty. Obviously you still did not pay enough. That was our food that you are eating…”
-“Princess, please take it easy, I am sure we can work this..” I tried to calm her down though she would not listen to me.
“And you.. You stay quiet. ARGHHH.” Her feet were heavy, stumping the flor as she walked up towards the one who made her so angry. “I be eating in my room.”
Her face shifted towards the chicken. “As for you I hope you enjoyed the food, now get out of here.”
I was stunned at her way of handling things. She is a mystery when it comes to things like conversations. Switching so quickly between different emotions. It might just be she never learned how to solve or handle certain situations.
After a quick assessment I ran after the princess, to her room. ‘Wait, she even has her own room on this flight?’
To be Continued…