The crows are my friends. They love eating the cherries from this tree. I always say hello and talk about my day. Those friendly crows reply, “Caw! Caw!”
Last week, I noticed a shiny golden button lying in the field. Where did it come from? I bent over to get a closer look and my glasses slid down my nose. I picked up the button and put it in my pocket.
The following day, a silver key lay glistening in the sun at the base of the tree.
Later that weekend, I found a funny-looking copper coin in the grass. It was right next to a crow’s feather.
The crows were leaving me gifts.
I returned one afternoon to find some red string wrapped around the tree trunk and through the branches like a beautiful web, so I decided to follow it. I looked up and…
the crows had thrown a party for me!
There was food, like watermelon and worm pizza, cupcakes made of compost with sprinkles and all the pond water I could drink!
The crows were celebrating our friendship, and I promised to keep their nest safe for as long as I lived.
The end.