William's Pecking Order

Sitting on her balcony overlooking the rural blue grass Lady Speightspeare watched in wonder William Woodpecker mold a script filled with drama on the royal mansion’s pillar.

“What a wonderful story you write about our lives here in the palace,” she told the bird bard who artistically chipped away at his newest creation.

For a second, he stopped pounding the ivory tower and silence arrived greeting the aging setting.

“Well thank you for halting production on your next hit,” Lady Speightspeare left a nice verbal gratuity, “any more racket and I would have to call my friends down at ALDA (Association Of Late Deafening Adults) to check my ears you know, I am getting a bit up there in age.”

Hearing what the lady said the woodpecker twitched his eyes then plucked at a key.

“Go on keep scribbling, do not mind me,” an innocent chuckle came from the respectable leader, “but it was in this residence that my natal ma brought me to this lovely land.”

Once again William gave Lady Speightspeare his full undivided attention despite googling the definition to natal ma before flapping a wing.

“Well, William it was many spring seasons ago when I was born to a Princess who wanted to be Queen but that was not her destiny according to the powers that be,” Lady Speightspeare started to spin, “so my Mother came to the new world and settled with the commonwealths.”

Checking the time William reviewed his day’s writings and gratefully bid farewell before taking flight.

“William, I hope I was no bother,” she exclaimed watching him travel, “come back soon and I can tell you my side of the story, it could make good drama.”