Story the Crow Part 2

Tesser was enjoying the evening sunset and heavy air when the black winged one screeched as he approached her tree breaking her peaceful surveilance of tomorrow's hunting ground and dreams of fields and meadows beyond.

"Tesser!" he screeched. "Teeeeesser!" The crow flapped around her tree making noise after noise.

Tesser grew angry, the noisome crow would not relent, she knew. She screeched back at him, "What do you want!"

This stunned him into silence, he had not expected her to receive him, so he gracefully curved around several branches and alighted on Tesser's evening roosting branch.

Tesser's head snapped around to stare at him straight on and her entire body seemed to inflate as she ruffled all of her feathers. Story held his place but leaned away as he tried to look at her straight on with both eyes down his beak as she did. He found he could not see her properly the way he saw distant objects in flight and turned his head to peer at her with one eye instead.

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Tesser nearly hissed as she spoke, "Whaaat dooo you waaaaant?"

Story half flapped his wings as she spoke, but was able to contain his fear and folded them along his back again. "I've come for your wisdom Tesser."

"What would a wild bird like you have to do with wiiiiisdom?"

"I have a question about greater matters that affect my friends."

"Oh?" Tesser cocked her head in amusement, "Do you mean the dear mice of the fieeeeeeld? That's food you know."

Story answered tersely, "My friends are not food, and we are all in danger I think."

Tesser was impressed at Story's ability to focus and also that he was able to think about more than himself. No beast she knew did that. And more than their share had sought her wisdom.

"Hmmmmmmmmm, you speak of two legs?"

"I speak of the not-fish, two-legs."

Tesser spoke calmly now, her previous anger and amusement gone, replaced with the wisdom her kind were known for. "Ah, you mean the ones who come on the trees in the great sea."


Story's pride was sorely tested, she claimed a knowledge that seemed greater than what he could see. "They come on giant leaves that float on the sea."

Tesser refused to take the bait, "the same yes."

Story could not challenge that. "The two legs are coming to us, and they burn and bite and fell the trees."

Tesser only said, "let them."

Story's voice rose sharply, "they and all other kind can not abide in peace together!"

Tesser's voice chuckled as she spoke, "no one lives in peace with me."

Story retorted, "Even you are a part of all kind."

Tesser quieted and paused as she considered his words. "You are right Crow, what affects other kind affects me, and the two legs can affect us all."

Story bobbed his head once and said, "we should leave."

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Tesser stayed quiet and looked into the wind springing up from the darkening sky. The sun had already sunk below the horizon. She didn't care whether they all left or not, but she knew she had to go, and this event might create an opportunity. "All kind must leave tomorrow day, you must spread the news when the sun rises again. Tell them I said it."
 
Offended, Story spread his wings in anticipation of take off and said, "that is why my name is Story, I speak the tales, all that is needed to be heard. I say it." With that, Story hopped nimbly off the branch, let the wind catch his wings as he fell and then glided away from Tesser's roosting tree and only flapped gently to stay aloft. It was getting too dark to find his mates, but he wanted to find a good roosting tree before nightfall, he had no desire to share Tesser's tree for the entire evening. She might be more alert to danger, but to have such an intense bird on the same branch unnerved him. He would have plucked out many good flying feathers by morning from fear.

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He angled toward the field where his friends kept themselves and found a suitable tree. Story found he didn't sleep a deep sleep, but half dreamed and listened to noises around him and below him. He was far above the ground and felt safe, but an uneasy feeling lay in his belly. Sometime during the night, he heard coyotes padding through the field, and a few squeeks as some of the small kind died in their jaws. Those that died were the under-dwellers that lived under the earth and came out only at night. Story wondered what would become of them since they would not hear his message in the day. Perhaps they would fare when the two legs came. The two legs preferred the day as many of the kind did. With that, he drifted off to sleep until the sun warmed his sleek black feathers in the morning and he slowly straightened his neck and shook his head, blinking back the sleep.

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Gypsy Willow 7 years ago from Lake Tahoe Nevada USA , Wales UK and Taupo New Zealand

Lovely story which keeps your attention and builds up the feeling of foreboding. This will be a great children's Book. The illustrations are just right, well done.


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Vladimir Uhri 7 years ago from HubPages, FB

Great hub.


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Alexander Mark 7 years ago from beautiful, rainy, green Portland, Oregon Author

Thanks Gypsy, I had no idea what this would turn into when I started, but I am happy it is somewhat attention getting. Don't worry, something will happen soon. Thanks for the encouragements.

Vladimir, thanks for reading and commenting.


Utrecht 11 7 years ago

Have to agree with Gypsy Willow, this would be a great children's book. the story is fascinating and keeps you waiting for more. Great job.


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Alexander Mark 7 years ago from beautiful, rainy, green Portland, Oregon Author

Utrecht 11, thank you very much, I guess it's better than I thought. It's good children's books are being mentioned, maybe another avenue for writing.


Warped 7 years ago

ON, on to the next


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Alexander Mark 7 years ago from beautiful, rainy, green Portland, Oregon Author

Your almost there Warped, read on!


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Zollstock 7 years ago from Germany originally, now loving the Pacific NW

I would have expected Tesser to put up more of a verbal fight here, being female and all ;-). Let's see where that recognition of their ecological niche takes us ...


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Alexander Mark 7 years ago from beautiful, rainy, green Portland, Oregon Author

Well Zollstock, I can't comment politely on that ;-)But now I am very interested to see what you think of part 3.


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Timothy Donnelly 6 years ago from Ontario, Canada

Again, Great. You are very talented.


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Alexander Mark 6 years ago from beautiful, rainy, green Portland, Oregon Author

You made it to #2, thanks again, my head is starting to swell :-)


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Micky Dee 6 years ago

Great continuation! Thank you!


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Alexander Mark 6 years ago from beautiful, rainy, green Portland, Oregon Author

Thanks for reading through, glad it's entertaining.


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James A Watkins 4 years ago from Chicago

Very nicely done, my friend. Speaking of Coyotes, one bit a man the other day in Aurora, Illinois.

You are a good storyteller. Thank you for sharing your creative gifts with us.

James


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Alexander Mark 4 years ago from beautiful, rainy, green Portland, Oregon Author

Those coyotes are sneaky and resilient, I'm sure you know they seem to love airports. I see them from time to time at SMF, and even saw one, "wing walking," from my window on a SWA flight as we were taxiing out. We probably shouldn't be so amazed that sometimes animals attack us so close to civilization. Heck, I saw a raccoon ambling down my suburb last month, he was even curious enough to check me out before he turned around with his little hunchback. Cute.

Thanks again for the compliment, I don't consider this my best work, but if you like it, that means a lot to me.


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Jo_Goldsmith11 4 years ago

I get goose pimples to think about the crow seems to have no soul.

The crow is a dark species and is depicted so many times throughout history and in religions. When I was little, I could make sounds like a crow. Everytime they would make the sound, I would mimick them. They would answer back to my delight. Then one day, one pooped on my head!

I have since stopped communication.

Shared this as well.

A great series. :)


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Alexander Mark 4 years ago from beautiful, rainy, green Portland, Oregon Author

Your story made me laugh. I think maybe something was lost in translation and you said something about his mother's lineage without realizing it! Lol.

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