the crow.
he shoves his good for nothing beak into the cornbread, and with zero mercy, consumes it whole.
now as the writer of this story, i must admit that it was gory.
i would use a larger word than gory, however i don't read the dictionary.
so gory is the description you get.
it was an awful, bloody massacre that went on for far longer than it should have.
you cry until the flex tape falls from your face, the salt disintegrating the adhesive.
anger boils in your gut, through your veins a new power flows freely.
you release your last resort, your super secret big weapon.
you bite through the ropes that hold you to the chair and lunge at the crow.
he caws loudly in warning and flies off, screaming many words i am not allowed to demonstrate in writing.
you grab at his feet and drag him back down to your level, tossing him against the wall and hulk smashing him into the next time zone.
do you feel pity for this creature? do you feel empathy for the simple-minded bird, that only wanted a snack?
nope. you don't.
you turn your attention back to the mere crumbs that are left of-
...left of it.
