There has been a lot of “CAW”ing lately.
Where does Ivory sleep? Wherever it was, an abundance of assumed crows were apparent. Perhaps it was the first morning that she grew curious enough to investigate. Perhaps it was the three-hundredth-and-seventy-second; but at one point or another, it seemed as if they were trying to get her attention.
Their location was more at her side of a building or perhaps she was outside – then it was various obvious. One in particular would stare in through a window or follow her around if they ever got the opportunity and eventually, the crow would not be able to hold out. It would have to say in its grating, cawing voice,
“Hey, girl... Wanna kill some creatures with me? It's a party and I'm inviting you...” Maybe it would have sounded smooth, sexy even. Too bad its voice was horrible to the point of comedic.