In the beginning, there was nothing but the primeval waters. Out of the waters came the Fluff. At first the Fluff was wet and soggy, but it shook itself and it was dry. The Fluff is all and all is the Fluff, and that is that. The drops of water shaken off the Fluff created the very first chickadees, the rulers and keepers of our land. Man in general does not realize the extent of their true power, but there are a number that do recognize the holiness of the chickadee, and they worship them fully. These shining examples of humanity have the Fluff’s favor and they shall be rewarded.

The Fluff shook itself once more, producing a mass quantity of feathers floating in the air afterwards. These feathers stuck together and formed land, while the spare water drops flung off the Fluff formed the ocean. The chickadees saw this land and took an immediate liking to it. They flew to it and danced about, hopping and stamping the ground with fevered energy. Being the Fluff’s first creation, they were its favorites, so they were blessed with extra-super-cuteness powers. Each had a black cap on the crown of their head, as this somehow made them even more super-cute. At least to the Fluff it did. At first the chickadees were so large and humongous that their thrashing about made the earth shudder horribly with every step. The Fluff knew that this simply was not going to work, so it shrunk them to a much smaller size, about 6857083.36 fluffywats , in fact. The immense decrease in size threw off the chickadees’ balance for awhile, giving them a permanent bounce in their flight pattern. It only adds to their cuteness, as the Chickadee Priestesses know. These now-miniscule chickadees now could see the effects of their stamping and thrashing. What were molehills were now mountains. The chickadees approved of these mountains and settled there. These first chickadees are thus called the Mountain Chickadees.

Since the Mountain Chickadees were the first generation, naturally they had a second generation. There wasn’t anything particularly special about this generation, so they were named the Black-Capped Chickadees, since all chickadees have adorable little black caps anyway. By the time the Black-Capped Chickadees were born, the Mountain Chickadees had aged quite a deal and had developed prominent white streaks on their brows. They have had these eyebrow-like markings since then. Because of this, you can easily identify one of the original Old Man Chickadees, and respect his wisdom. The eldest and wisest chickadee is in fact known as white-browed Old Man Chickadee . Despite his immense age, rest assured, he has retained his cuteness. Other prominent Mountain Chickadees include mountain-shaking Feather-Mover,

The Mountain Chickadees lived in a communal society full of sharing. No one knew who their own Black-Capped children were, but some include granite-beaked Flintus,

The Black-Capped Chickadees had nothing noticeable or odd about them, which made them normal. Amongst non-normal peers, that makes a normal being “better”; this was the Black-Capped Chickadees’ logic, and thus they tilted their granite-tinted beaks down and looked upon the Mountain Chickadees with contempt for their silly white eyebrows. This of course ruffled the elderly chickadees’ feathers, but being patient and full of wisdom, they stayed calm and ignored the young hooligans. However, one Black-Capped young one, Maliciousa the instigator, could not resist following his name. He accordingly followed the senior chickadees around, flitting from tree branch to tree branch, shrieking, “Forehead streaks of snow! Forehead streaks of snow! Tee hee hee!” This in itself really is not that insulting, and is more of a cause of concern than anger. But the habit was so incessant and annoying, that the higher chickadees became so irritated they flew into a flutter. Soft grey-feathered Fluffus himself streaked into the sky and let out a shrieking declare of battle,

He finished it with a puffing of his feathers , an unmistakable exclamation of extreme irritation. All the other Mountain Chickadees flew into action, taking their battle positions. The Black-Capped Chickadees also were not unprepared, and bounced to their stations in the pine trees. Hyperia shrieked,

…. Stopped mid-peck at a sudden sound. A clear, crisp song filled the air. It went,

This beautiful melody had come from Unconventional-Ode of the slim talon. She was gentle by nature and sat in the sidelines of the battle, cringing and hiding her lovely black-capped head beneath her wings. She did it until she could stand no further, where she then broke into song. The song was so stunning and heart-breaking that all the chickadees stopped fighting, mid-flutter, pre-poke, and post-fluff. All were moved by her song of love and unity and felt ashamed of themselves. They agreed to stop fighting and solved their disunity problems by simply not living in the same quarters. This is why Black-Capped Chickadees and Mountain Chickadees live in separate regions. Unconventional-Ode’s song was also shared with a lyricist many millennia later by the Tri-Chicka-Fluffs, and the song created from it was named after its original songstress with the fair cheeks.

The Black-Capped Chickadees eventually bred and brought forth another generation, the Carolina Chickadees. They were nimbler and more quick-witted than the Black-Capped ones, but they looked so similar to their parents that the second generation of fussy ones did not notice. But the sensible and prudent Mountain Chickadees did, and they know that someday the Carolina Chickadees will overthrow their parents. They have no plan for telling their descendents of this, however, since Canolus at least is still offended by a tail feather of his that was plucked out by Parus in the ancient battle.

Ah! Sweet Tri-Chicka-Fluffs! I spread your word as commanded. Perhaps because of this, I and others will someday receive glorious wreaths of pine needles and live in Sunflower Seed Heaven with the divine chickadee progenitors.