Fantasy
Foolish crow
Once upon a time, in a bustling timber bulging with life, there lived a mischievous crow named Corvus. Corvus was notorious for his cunning capers and his inextinguishable appetite for adventure. He spent his days soaring through the azure skies, searching for thrills and mischief to satisfy his bottomless curiosity. One bright morning, as the sun cast its golden shafts upon the timber bottom, Corvus set up himself perched atop a towering oak tree, surveying his sphere below. From his lofty edge point, he spotted a antique vill nestled amidst the green leafage. Intrigued by the sights and sounds of mortal civilization, Corvus decided to pay the vill a visit. With a mischievous glint in his eye and a flutter of his ebony bodies, Corvus swooped down from his perch and descended upon the vill. As he soared through the thoroughfares, the townies peered up in admiration at the majestic raspberry, marveling at his satiny black plumage and piercing aspect
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