Aspen flew up, once again dodging his dive. "You don't even know me! What makes you think all ravens are the same?"Cricket cawed in alarm and tumbled to the ground in a pile of feathers. She laughed as she untangled herself from her friend. Though Cricket was two years old, she preferred the younger crows she knew to the older ones; she thought many were too stuck-up or serious. She grinned at the younger crow, standing up and trying to shake the dust from her feathers. "Finally! After my parents get back, I'm free to do anything. For now, I gotta watch the 'bald ones'." She joked. It was at that moment that Cricket realized she'd left her two youngest siblings alone. "Oh, cat dung," she muttered, "I completely forgot about my brothers!"
"Sure," Frog replied, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "All you ravens are the same; lying back-stabbers." He scoffed, diving at her and actually trying to claw her this time.