Bubba Stories: No9

The sun fell. Raphinii offered Bubba a bed of leaves. In the doldrums of the night, Bubba was kept up, worried if Raphinii and the birds’ relationship would be okay. He noticed a sharp, citrusy smell.
Bubba peeked around the trees to see a strange Raphinii talking to herself and running from the birds’ nest.

“Ma’ coulda’ never loved father as much as I do. Kah-kah-kah” Raphinii said, “He woulda’ been much happier with me! I really despise ma’. If I was still in the village she wouldn’t stand a chance. Shouldn’t he be married ta’ who loves him most?”
“Well, now you are mine my beautiful child!”