Chapter 8: Crow

It was a crow, and the thing about crows is that they never forget a grudge. It’s not like I didn’t know that I was eating the egg of a crow, but my predatory instincts got the better of me. The crow opened its mouth wide and spread its wings to appear bigger before lunging forward.

I reacted as quickly as I could and skittered back into the egg for safety, but the crow didn’t relent. The bird smashed through the egg easily with its pointed beak. I was trapped, but I managed to do what I had planned from the beginning.

I closed the distance between me and the bird without putting myself in danger. With the bird this close to me, I waited until it pecked at me again before I wriggled out of its path and latched onto the bird’s head, pinching the animal between my forcipules.

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