Caw, caw.
I got out and put a rose apple on the table. As I was about to drop my body in the lounge, Crow bit the fruit in her beak and flew.
“Hey, where are you going?” I yelled.
Crow perched on a branch of the tree in front of my house. “I’m going to eat it in the forest,” she said.
“Why don’t you eat it here?”
“I don’t want the noise to bother my meal.”
Hearing it, I understood what she meant.
“They don’t argue every day,” I said.
“I don’t believe in humans. Their minds are not stable, and their feelings are always up and down.”
After saying it, she put the fruit between her beak and flew towards the wood.
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