The curse— RP

Maybelle happily began to flap her wings crazily and cooed to her hearts content. She looked like she was having a seizure. ‘ COO cOOo!!!!!!’
Anita walked into the kitchen muttering her thanks to her crow friends
Brecaw had his entire head in the bowl of soup. Nescaw was cawing loudly and generally causing mayhem. I sure wish Jacawn was here. Crow thought, staring around at his crow family. He sighed. Jacawn could always get the others in order. “Caw.” I’m going to go find some clothes. Don’t destroy everything while I’m gone. He said, trying to be like Jacawn. He flew off Anita’s shoulder and entered a bedroom. He searched through the room and found some clothes, locating a tunic that was too big for him and some loose-fitting pants. Great. At least they’re clean. He shifted and put them on, then sat down. Crow realized how tired he was. They probably won’t destroy.. everything.. He gradually drifted off to sleep, still on the floor.
 

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