(adventure miniflash story)

While trudging down the chilly spring forest footpath, I was caught off guard by a big black crow croaking right in my ear, while flying five inches nearby.

Is it a warning about a danger or just a game?

To be on the safe side, I took a crooked snag, looking like a hooky bat, and started sneaking around the dense bushes…

Two gloomy guys with thin daggers left the tear-stained tomcat girl in a rock-n-roll leather suit…

Sometimes, listening to crow croaking is healthier than hothead rock-n-roll.