There once was a murder of crows.
There were big crows and little crows, skinny and fat, loud and quiet. And all the crows lived together in the forest. They would spend their mornings drinking from the stream, the day looking for food, and the nights in the trees. Being crows, they would spend all day together. They were mostly happy.
Although there was much for them to love, there was one crow that had the odd habbit of pecking his friends. “Peck! Peck! Peck!” he would squawk, while the target of his beak would feel the annoying and painful stings. “Ouch!” they would squeal, “Please stop that!” Yet the pecking crow never would.
One day the biggest crow of the group had enough. “No more! I will not be pecked!” he declared. The big crow flew away to a powerline in the distance and stayed there. He never returned. From then on, whenever a crow felt the pain of the peck, they would fly away to the group of exhiles on the distant wire.
Soon, there was no one left to be pecked. The pecking crow began to feel sad and started to cry. The other crows, at the same time, felt happy. They were free and together. For it was known a crow surrounded by friends can never be sad.
Yet one of the crows felt something was wrong. While her friends started to play, the littlest crow observed their old home. She could see that pecking crow. He seemed sad. Although he had pecked her many times before, she was determined to fly back. Being little, the flight took all of her effort. However, she was just able to make it back to the tree.
The pecking crow was so happy! He finally had a friend. The little crow was happy, she saw him smile. Together they sang a little crow song. But soon, the pecking crow felt the urge and he pecked her softly. Then, after a moment, he pecked again. “Peck! Peck! Peck!” he said. He was very happy.
He pecked at her all night and the little crow died.