A Nest of Straw and Stick
A large amount of straw remained scattered like the blasted face of a bomb site. Some wrens began to gather the straw for nests, but were too overwhelmed by the enormity. Hawks finally found the strength to create something from all that straw. It was a beautiful, large nest, too large for the hawks, but how could they resist all that ample material. When the second house, the one from sticks, was demolished, they took some of that to help sturdy up this now gigantic structure.
The hawks knew they would not keep their creation. A giant bird, like none they had known in these climates, came and tossed the hawks out with an insolent wing. It was as if the nest’s existence conjured the bird. It settled in and felt content. It nested and sat on its eggs while noticing what was occurring in and around the house of bricks.
The giant bird watched the wolf go down the chimney and, almost immediately, jump back up burned, but still alive. The bird soared down and swallowed the wolf down its gullet whole. The wolf hardly put up a fight. The bird returned to its luxurious home and waited for the pigs to emerge, comforted in their belief of safety. Pigs would be something lovely for the bird’s children to have for a first meal. Just lovely.