Aunt Mali's Plot

Razzi and the Killbird - Aunt Mali's plot

Razzi walked home from school every day, making her way through the little houses in her village, saying hello to the old aunties and uncles on the porches as they rocked the last and best parts of their life away. She loved the ivy and the big shade trees and the moss covered sidewalks, the character of it. She felt so lucky to live in the little town. Most of her friends' parents worked in the factories down the road, so they lived in the messy housing, which looked nasty and smelled worse.

"Razzi, are you woolgathering again?" asked Killbird as he lit down on the fence post next to her.

"No, I'm not, Mr. Killbird, I'm thinking how lucky I am to live here," said Razzi politely. 

"You are lucky to live here, and to have me for a friend," said Killbird.

"I am," said Razzi, being polite. She didn't like Killbird that much, he was mean to things. He liked her though.

"Did you see a squirrel run past here?" asked Killbird.

"I told you I wouldn't help you hurt things anymore," said Razzi.

"A bird's gotta eat," said Killbird stretching out his talons and making the clawing motion.

"Well, go eat somewhere else, I'm going home," said Razzi.

"That's what I stopped to talk to you about. Your auntie is there," said Killbird.

"Oh. Did you hear what they were talking about?" asked Razzi.

"I did. They were talking about you. Your auntie wants you to come live with her again," said Killbird.

"Why this again? Every year we do this," said Razzi.

"Your auntie is like that woman in that book you like, 101 Dalmatians or some such," said Killbird.

"Cruella De Ville. You think so? You think she doesn't really like me?"

"Razzi, when are you going to learn, people are horrible. I think she wants to use you in some weird scheme. What could she want with a 9 year old girl? She isn't even really related to you. She's your father's step sister after all," said Killbird.

"Do you think she knows about the animals," asked Razzi

"That you talk to us?" asked Killbird.

"Yes," said Razzi.

"I don't see how she could, but I wouldn't rule it out. She has to want you for something, and looking at her it can't be good," said Killbird.

"How could we find out? It could be dangerous to snoop around her, she's not very nice to small things," said Razzi.

"I am not a small thing," said Killbird.

"Compared to her, you are. I know you are a huge eagle, but I don't want you getting hurt," said Razzi.

"Well, now, thank you, I must find dinner, and you must be along. I'll check on you later tonight, little one," said Killbird.

"Goodbye, Mr. Killbird," said Razzi.

Razzi continued her walk home. It wasn't very far now; their little cottage lay nestled behind the village green on a little garden. It had no drive, only a walk, but it was comfortable and homey. Her mom cleaned and took in sewing and did gardening to take care of them both.

"Razzi, howareyouareyouokayIsawyourauntcameby," said the little brown squirrel Razzi called Nutjob.

"Hi, Nutjob, how are you? Be careful, Killbird is hunting for dinner," said Razzi.