The crow was happy as it flew above the trees, circling, looking for the perfect tree. The same could not be said for the trout caught in the crow’s beak, flopping about, trying to survive, but in fact, dying with each spasm and flutter. The crow finally spotted the perfect branch, where it could eat the scaly twitch in the sun. It was hoping for a solar ceviche effect minus the citrus fruit. For the sake of closure, the trout’s last thoughts were, “I wish I had spent more time with my children.”
The crow hummed a fish song loudly. [Homonym alert: not to be confused with Phish, a popular jam band.] It was a joyous song that contained the lyrics, “Gonna eat me some fish that I just snatched with my beak, the best damn fish I’ve eaten in weeks.” The melody was so catchy, it made the big crossover and was known throughout the animal kingdom.
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