“Caw,” said the crow, turning its blind eye towards her. She always fell for it. What would today’s treat be? The big knife meant cooking day. That meant meat scraps or fish-guts or chicken skin. It hopped greedily to her outstretched hand.

She stroked it. It was finally fat enough.

Today’s story was originally submitted by Lenny as an entry in the Mere 50 Words contest.