Death is rebirth

Caw, caw.

I opened the door.

“Hello, can I help you?”

Hearing my question, the crow shrank her eyes. “I come to take my rose apple,” she said.

“Oh, sorry. I forget. Wait a minute.”

I took the fruit then gave it to her.

“Are you okay?” Crow said.

I shook my head and sighed.

“What’s the matter?” 

“Well,” I said with a sad expression, “I just heard that Robert was dispelled from the farm. He is very old. I think he cannot make it outside. So, last night I prayed for him hoping that he will be better in his next life.”

“That old dog! He is not dead yet. He is sleeping under a kapok tree in the west,” she told before she took the fruit and flew away.

Following, I hurriedly got out of the house and walked to the west.