Caw, caw.
It was the second day that I had to pay a rose apple to the crow. Like the previous day, I put the fruit on the table in my front yard and while she was eating it, I laid in the lounge next to the table.
Suddenly, a loud voice came out from the farm next to my house.
“What’s it?” Crow asked.
“It’s masters of duck are quarreling,” I said.
The crow wagged her head a few times before she continued eating. Then the loud voice happened again and along with it there was a sound of BANG, causing the crow to jump.
“What’s that?” She yelled.
“Maybe a pot or another object that they threw from their house,” I said.
The crow looked at me, “You aren’t surprised, are you?”
I shook my head.
“Why do they quarrel?”
“Recently, I heard from my friends that their masters are meeting financial problems. Hence, I think the money is the cause of their quarrel today. It happened before. When they were having a problem, they argued with each other, then they threw things to release their anger. However, I am happy that they threw things outside, not to each other.”
The crow shook her head, “Human life is not happy at all.”
Then she carried on eating. BANG…
“Hey,” she yelled with her eyebrows knotted, “I want to have a peaceful meal.”
I chuckled, “You can’t if you stay near humans.”
“Then I should go to eat on a tree in the forest.”
After saying that, she put the rose apple in her beak then flew away.
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