Once there was a bird named Mr. Robin who believed he had to fight for the love of a Bluebird.
He admired her more than any other bird and wouldn’t let anyone else near her.
“Why are you so possessive?” Miss Bluebird asked. “You needn’t worry about me.”
“Of course, I worry about you,” Mr. Robin said. “You are my only love.”
“You might pay for it one day, sweetie,” Miss Bluebird said. “I don’t want that at all!”
That day when the couple flew past a store window, Mr. Robin mistook his reflection for another bird.
“What do you want with us?” he demanded as he swooped toward his mirror image.
He squawked to threaten the other robin, and the bird in the reflection did the same to him.
“How dare you be so arrogant to think you could challenge my love for Miss Bluebird?” he cried.
Charging at the other bird, Mr. Robin would not allow a rival to take his lady love from him.
With that, he hit his head against the glass window and went bouncing to the ground.
“I tried to warn you that you might get hurt!” Miss Bluebird said, kissing him on the cheek.
Over time, he bonked his head on so many windows that he finally knocked sense into himself.
He flew at house windows, car mirrors, a sliding glass door, school windows, even a stained-glass church window.
Miss Bluebird watched in fright as he charged at shiny metal trash can lids or puddles on the ground.
That afternoon, he saw his reflection in a glass bird feeder—but this time he paused before flying at it in fury.
“Not again, sweetie,” Miss Bluebird said. “It’s not a rival! It’s just your reflection.”
Still, one final crash left him sprawled on the ground with a few feathers ruffled.
As he lay there a little dazed, Miss Bluebird tended to his bumped forehead and sore wings.
“You don’t have to worry about rivals,” she said gently. “I told you not to worry about me.”
“Marry me!” he said to Miss Bluebird, holding his swollen, bandaged head.
“I love you!” she said. “But you must stop running into windows before you break your neck.”
“I promise never to attack a rival again, even if it’s a reflection in a window,” Mr. Robin said.
Mr. Robin kissed Miss Bluebird in the afternoon breeze, and they built their nest together in the trees.
Copyright 2018 Jennifer Waters
LOGLINE
A jealous Robin learns the hard way that his greatest rival is only his own reflection, discovering that trust—not possessiveness—is the true way to win the heart of his beloved Bluebird.
PITCH
An overprotective Robin mistakes his own reflection for a threat and repeatedly bonks into windows in his frantic attempts to “protect” the Bluebird he adores. As he flies at house windows, car mirrors, sliding doors, and even shiny puddles, Miss Bluebird patiently reminds him that true love needs trust, not fear. After one last spectacular crash, Mr. Robin finally learns to pause, think, and believe in her loyalty. Love isn’t something you have to fight for—it’s something you nurture with understanding, patience, and trust.
