Dawn approached. The crows awoke and decided to impress upon us their melodious voices. Da di dum!!! The orchestra started playing. “Caaa caaa caaaaw” they sang. The mother woke up with a groan. ” OLD CA CRO-OW HAD A TREE! CA CA CA CA CAAAAAW” they sang.
Another voice joined the chorus. ” MEEEEEEEEOW!!!”. That was the cat. The mom took that to mean it was hungry. I however knew that it was a cry of pain. Which cat with ears would NOT be in pain listening to that horrible sound!
The dad had also awoken. He entered the room looking dazed.
“WITH A CA CA HERE AND A CA CA THERE!”
The mother dumped milk in a bowl and reached for the door. Then she froze. I did too. The song had changed.
” CHARGE OH CROW BRIGADE HEAD FOR ITS WHISKERS!”
I looked out of the window. Our cat was being attacked by the crows. With a jolt I realized why. It was carrying a DEAD crow.
My dad ran outside to get a closer look. I ran out too.
Weird! The cat had vanished.
What was that?
“Get this cat and its HORRID crow OUT of the house!” screeched the mother.
We ran inside the house to find it hidden under a cupboard eating its disgusting crow.
Mom was livid. “HOW DID THIS GET INSIDE THE HOUSE??” she screamed.
” Ah erm… it must have sneaked past us” muttered my dad
Mom stomped back to the kitchen muttering threats Dad went to the bath and I went and I listened to the crow’s song. It was a funeral march actually.
” OOOH OH AND A OH OH OH OH OH OH OHHHHH OH OH OH AH AH CA CA CAAAW! CA CAAAW AH AH AAAAH AH…”