The Crow Who Could Fly

MCM

Because you can’t ask to have your name removed. Long, long ago, in the time before computers or cars or even you and me, there was a crow in a tree at the top of a hill. Although the crow was quick and clever, he was stuck in that tree from morning till night, because he didn’t know how to fly. Of course, this made it much harder for him to find food to eat, and most days his tummy rumbled so loudly it made mountains fall over. One day, a mouse sat down at the bottom of the crow’s tree. “What are you doing, little mouse?” asked the crow. “I’m having a picnic,” said the mouse, “It’s cheese!” The crow looked at the mouse’s picnic and his tummy rumbled like this: BADABADA-PLIPPER-PLONG-PLOOP! “Your tummy sounds freaky, dude,” said the mouse. “I know,” the crow said, “I’m so hungry I could eat a moose. Could I have a some of your cheese?” “Positootley!” said the mouse. He broke off a piece of cheese and held it up for the crow. But the crow was too high up to reach it, so he leaned over the edge of his branch. He stretched further and further, until – yeep! – he slipped and fell! The crow fell down: “AHHHHHHHHH!” but right before he hit the ground, he spread out his wings as far as they could go, and a gust of wind picked him up and he soared into the air! “I can fly!” said the crow. “You can fly!” said the mouse. “Yippee!” said the crow. And then he swooped down and snatched all the cheese out of the mouse’s hands. “Hey! What’s up with that?” said the mouse.