Thana was little. She was crying. And beside her were her sister and brothers who were one day older than her, crying along, waiting for their parents. She closed her eyes and kept bawling - thinking nothing of what her parents must be going through to feed them - thinking only of her hungry stomach. Her father Munkar soon came flying into the nest with a mouthful of worms. She was pushed by her sister Ambreen in getting to him, and she fell sideways. She looked
Thana, wake up.
She did, and she saw the human boys, who were playing earlier, staring at her with scary expressions on their faces. One had a stone in his hand, and he was tossing it menacingly. She paid heed to the omens the wind brought, and immediately flew away to a tree on other side of the hut. Her father had taught her to be vigilant. That thought saddened her deep down, for he was no more. She sat down once again and watched the humans from her new place. All animals had learned to hate humans with time, - disregarding pets of course, pets weren't even considered animals - but Thana held a specific loathing for them. She watched them with helpless eyes, and decided to nap some more, to help with the heat.

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Noir.
EspiritualThe tale of the thirsty crow, one we heard of since the beginning of time. But things are never as simple as they seem, are they?