50 Word Story: Untitled

By Tyrone

I found my Crow, Gavin, near Minto, near Macfields. With my cousins. I’ll train it and take it home. Cousin said “why are you taking it home? Why do you want a crow?”

“Why not?”

I trained it every now and again, every time it did something I didn’t like I would smack it on the beak with one finger. 

I would walk to Maccas with it on my shoulder and people would say “is it trained?” and I would say “is it flying away?”

It died when it was 12.

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