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This week's prompt:
Rivalry

~100-500 words unless the plot bunnies attack then just post a link to your fic.

~Can be some sort of graphic.

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Rivalry of the Birds

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Power crackled in the room as the three women, each royalty in their own right, glared at each other. Their jaws were set with equal determination as they picked up butcher knives. Two started to cut into the dead things before them, but the third handed her knife, hilt first, to her husband. He looked at her in surprise, but Mary Margaret only smiled. "Every one knows the King should carve the turkey for his royal banquet."

"Of course you'd have Charming do it," Regina snapped.

Mary Margaret rose her head a notch higher. She thought of responding with a reminder to Regina that she had no man to carve her bird, but then thought better of it. After all, Daniel had died because of her, even if that had now been well over a hundred years ago.

"I told you they'd each think they'd have to have the chief gobbler for this feast," Granny told her granddaughter with no hushed tones. "They're going to make Thanksgiving, and every holiday, into a battle of egos, but we all know I'm the best cook."

"Well, that's why you had me catch the wild hog last night," Ruby said, looking down at the table and trying hard not to grin. If it hadn't been for her best friend's involvement in the estrogen fight, she would have been laughing aloud, but out of respect for Snow, she kept her laughter to herself until the gobbling started.

"Gobble! Gobble! Gobble!"

"What the -- ?"

"Regina, what did you do?"

"Don't look at me!" the former evil Queen declared, holding her hands high and apart as her own turkey also came to life.

When the three living turkeys jumped from the table and ran out the door, most of the dinner party followed suit, but Ruby and Granny sat down to eat hog. Rumpelstiltskin quietly shook his head, then reached over and land a hand on top of his wife's. "A hanging jaw is not fetching, dearie."

Belle shut her mouth quickly but still gaped in shock. "What just happened?" she asked her husband. "Did you do something?"

"Not I," he responded honestly, but his twinkling eyes turned to their child. He smiled as his baby gurgled with laughter. Emma Swan was no longer the only product of True Love, and this child, his child with his own True Love, was going to have a power that would be remembered throughout the ages, even longer, he suspected, than would the seemingly unending rivalry between the evil Queen and Snow White. He wondered idly what Mary Margaret had done to anger her daughter, then turned his attention to the feast before them and cutting the ham.

The End