The Crow and the Young Child
A True Story.
One day not long ago, I curiously observed a perfect example of what might happen whenever man interacts with nature. It was a wonderful sunny day in the early afternoon, and I was patiently waiting in my car for the signal light at the intersection to change. Inside of the car that was in front of me were two people, the driver and a child. I could plainly see the top of the driver’s head over the back of her headrest, and only assumed there was a child on the children’s safety seat directly behind her. My assumption was confirmed when I noticed the small hand of a child dangling a french-fry out of the window.
The child gave the fried potato three quick shakes before pulling it back in and apparently devouring it. Soon after, the youngster repeated this action, and it began to pique my interest as well as the interest of a nearby crow, which immediately took an advantageous position on the car’s roof overlooking the toddler unbeknownst to the child or his mother.
Once again, the child dangled his french-fry out of the window at arm’s length, shook it three times and quickly drew it back in. In the process of it all, the crow leaned over and snapped unsuccessfully at the child’s snack. This activity transpired twice more in the interim of waiting for the signal light to change.
Finally, it was do or die for the crow. As the light was about to change to green, the child dangled his french-fry out of his window in the usual manner. All at once, the crow hopped off of the car’s roof, and flapping furiously, hovered over the child’s hand and liberated the youngster of his french-fried potato. As the light changed and the car began to slowly roll forward, I heard a blood curdling scream and observed the remainder of the french-fries, a partially eaten hamburger sandwich and a soft drink fly out of the child’s window. The windowpane immediately went up into a closed position, and I could see nothing but the child’s flailing arms swinging about inside of the car. The child’s poor mother, highly confused, hit the brakes and turned to see what was the matter.
Looking past her child, through the back window of her car into mine, she could see nothing more than myself roaring hilariously at what had just occurred. She gave me the type of glare that only a scorned mother could give an intruder while protecting her brood. She all at once turned around and hit the accelerator pedal, leaving me behind on the road to watch the crows, the amount of which slowly increased in numbers, consume the remainder of her baby’s lunch.
Copyright 2003/2011 by Del Banks
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