Author's Note: (Edited)
Deep within the northern woods, a small brown raccoon glowered up at a twittering blue jay that was hovering just above his head. He reached out a paw and batted at the bird before toppling forward. The blue jay gave a playful chirp as though it were laughing before landing on a branch. The raccoon scowled. There were plenty of birds in the woods. Robins, cardinals, even wild turkeys, he especially liked the tiny little wrens that hopped around the forest floor. But this particular jay always seemed to be an annoyance. It was constantly pecking at his head when he climbed apple trees and chirping loudly in the daylight hours when he tried to sleep. Yet there was always something familiar about him. The song the small bird would sing seemed familiar to the tweets and chirps he heard when he was a kit, but he doubted this could be the same bird.
High in an old oak tree the blue jay twittered on happily. It was a beautiful warm summer day and it appeared his favorite mammal was staying up today. It was rare when he could convince the warm raccoon to stay awake, usually his morning antics just encouraged him to go back to bed. However with the abundance of food around in the warmer months there were days when he was able to enjoy his company. Performing a wide joyful loop in the air, the blue jay flew down from the tree and perched himself on the raccoon's head. To his amusement the fuzzy animal sat on its hindquarters and scratched behind its ear in an attempt to shake him off. The little bird merely fluttered in the air, only settling back down when the raccoon continued marching through the woods. The jay chirped on noisily, singing to his friend beneath him. He stopped abruptly when he realized the raccoon was no longer moving. He fluttered down and landed on the forest floor, tilting his head inquiringly. It was only when he landed that the raccoon sat as well, pulling plump blueberries from the bush before them.
Mordecai twittered with delight catching a berry in his beak. He tugged at it and pulled, fluttering his wings before he toppled backwards. His mammal friend made excitable chittering noises and he was certain he was being laughed at. The small bird squawked and hopped about in irritation before toppling backwards as the little brown raccoon thrust a blueberry towards him. The two continued like that for awhile the little raccoon would greedily shovel handfuls of the sweet berries into his maw, occasionally dropping a few on the forest floor for his noisy avian friend. Despite the bird being a pest, he supposed it was nice having his company. It wasn't was though he were in a group like the other raccoons, it was nice to have a friend.
As the seasons changed the two became inseparable. The handsome jay would eat the bugs that his friend scrounged up from the dirt with his dexterous paws. In return the avian would fly overhead squawking obnoxiously, leading his friend to the trees bearing the most fruit. Winter came and and the young raccoon was prepared to leave his noisy friend as he watched with sad eyes. The seasonal birds would fly off for warmer climates and the other mammals would crawl into the warm hideaways. He supposed he should do the same. But winter was a long time, and he'd be colder without a group. As he prepared to slip into his makeshift den a small brown war twitched to the sound of familiar chirping. There sat his dear avian friend, a few small berries at his feet. The raccoon chittered in amusement. It was ludicrous, unprecedented, a blue jay and a raccoon. His tail swished lightly and the soft blue bird perched on his shoulder. At least he wouldn't be lonely this winter