Crows are my friends. They come to stand on my shoulders. Not much after Ol' Farmer set me up, a crow came and tried to eat my eyes. "I don't have any" I said. "Then I'll eat the corn" it cawed. "Don't. I'll tell you tales of the humans, as I'm stuffed with pages of old books". I told it a story about a sad lover and one of its kind and said while taking off "I'll bring my friends"
Ol' Farmer is puzzled: he has more crows than ever and an acre of pristine corn. I just smile and start a new tale.

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