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We all have ever seen a crow. But have we ever seen a pet crow? Why? What is the reason for us to hate crows? Do we know the benefits of crows?
As we see some beautiful birds we say wawwwww! But when we see a crow we don't usually react. Why? Because crows are black? Because they don't look beautiful? Because they eat trash? Or because they sound wired? What is the reason to hate crows?
Do we know that carbon dioxide is getting a high amount because of the trash we always ignore. If there will be more carbon dioxide then there will be less Oxijen. And our lives will get it danger. But someone can help us with this problem. Do you know who that is? That's CROW. Crows eat trash and help us to get more Oxijen. They look dark. But they don't look bad.
There lived a crow who wanted to make friends. But no one wanted to be a friend of a crow. The crow felt very sad and lonely😣😭
We are doing the same thing. Even though crows don't look good they don't sound good, but they are birds. They also want to have the love as other birds. We should love crows as much as we love other birds.Whe should understand their feelings.
May God bless us🤲
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