Fox came upon a family of crows circling an old oak tree. Head cocked, he barked up to them, “Crows, why are you circling around up there?”
Category: Literary Sojourns Tags: creative writing, crow, drabble, farmer, flash-fiction, fox, gun, oak, parable, poaching, shooting, short story, wings
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