Crow shuffled atop the pole and glanced across at sparrow. He was not a fan of small birds, he found them most tiresome with all of their constant cheeping and chirping.
The rain had been falling all for days, pitter patter against the window panes of the old farm house. Cat stared out at the grey sky and decided that she would most certainly not be going outside.
A heavy farmhouse door opened and farmer, the girl with the fat bottom and dog stepped out into the crisp morning air.
Drawn to Sparrow’s not too distant chirps, snake slithered from his hole under the old oak, the summer sun warm on his scales.
You need to be careful when you go into the woods…