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This is part of my short story. There are no chapters, but plenty to be read!
Crow is about a humanoid crow who visits a lonely artist trying to find inspiration for new works.
Genre: Fantasy
Link: https://www.penana.com/story/118098
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I was actually excited to see what new gift had been left for me when I shuffled to the kitchen to slide in some bread to the toaster.
Peeking out the door, I saw that the crow was in the field, cawing out when it saw I was awake.
"Alright, alright" I grinned back with a yawn "it's too early for that."
It rushed for the veranda and stood there excitedly, tapping it's little feet from one to the other in happiness.
It dipped its head and opened its beak to dump a fat frog at my feet that splatted onto its back before flipping over and leaping away.
The crow and I watched it disappear into the grass before it turned back to me.
"Gift."
"Oh" I realised "uh, thank you."
It looked back to the way the frog had gone and frowned back at me.
"Gift" it insisted with a whine, diving back into the grass to try and find it again.
What a silly thing. I held back my laughter.
It'd be there for a while.
I left it to grab my toast and butter it, bringing it outside to offer the crow one slice.
It leapt back up and promptly dumped the frog onto the toast that I held in shock.
What did I do with this?
The frog croaked when I passed it to the crow. It eyed the toast before snapping it up, along with the frog.
It threw its head back to swallow them both, fluffing up and shaking its head when it was devoured.
"I'll...." I tried to form words "...um...."
A smile played on my lips and I snorted as I started to laugh at the absurd situation.
The crow took flight at the noise, perching on the fence again that groaned from the pressure.
"No!" I laughed and waved my hands "you silly thing!"
Biting into my slice of toast and wiping my eyes, I realised how much I actually appreciated having this creature around.
Once a pest, I was seeing how wrong I was.
I liked having it on my doorstep morning and night. I was actually looking forward to whatever trinket it had dug up to present me with.
Inspired, I snatched up my art supplies once more to paint out the newest offering that had been short-lived.
A frog on toast. I giggled just at seeing it form before me again.
Maybe this is what I needed? Something to show me the 'different' I had been overlooking?
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