I woke this morning at 4 a.m. to the sound of an obnoxious crow calling from the top of a tree in my back yard. As I lay there in bed listening to the taunting, irritating crowing I felt as if the damnable feathered creation was in fact raging war on my poor, defenseless ears and drilling with its shrilling laughter at the soft, sleep deprived tissue I once called a brain. In a deranged state I began to wonder; are crows so intelligent that they have devised a way to rage war on humans in such a manner that we can’t realize that we are at war?
Friday, September 13, 2013
Evil Plot of Crows
I woke this morning at 4 a.m. to the sound of an obnoxious crow calling from the top of a tree in my back yard. As I lay there in bed listening to the taunting, irritating crowing I felt as if the damnable feathered creation was in fact raging war on my poor, defenseless ears and drilling with its shrilling laughter at the soft, sleep deprived tissue I once called a brain. In a deranged state I began to wonder; are crows so intelligent that they have devised a way to rage war on humans in such a manner that we can’t realize that we are at war?
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