Caw, caw.
I opened the door and put a rose apple on a table in my front yard.
The crow flew to stand on the table and ate the fruit while I was laying in a lounge next to the table.
“Since I knew you, you are alone. Don't you have friends?” I said.
“I ever had it but now I don't have it and I don't want to have it,” crow said.
“Why?”
“Because they were my friends but I was not their friends.”
“Can you tell your story?”
The crow took the rose apple a few bites, then she told, “When we went to find food, they always asked me to get it. When I got it, we shared but they took more than half. One day, when I tried to steal food, the food owner saw and threw a stick at me. They didn't care about me, they flew away. I got injured but I tried to take the food and escaped. When we met, I told them I got a wound, they said it was my karma, if I didn't steal, I wouldn't get it. However they took the food that I stole and liked before they took more than half. After that accident, I decided to work alone.”
“I see.” I wagged my head.
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