Inhaling

The crows head bobbed from side to side, yellow eyes appraising the large bird when she seemed to be scared of him. Yes, yes, B was scary! SO scary! Fluffing up his plumage he clacked his beak together. Yes, super scary B had scared the big scary bird! Such scared! A garbled laugh left his beak, head tipping backwards at the thought of it. He was secretly a coward, you see, but put on the tough guy act. But now this bird believed him! Oh what a good actor B was. But then when the larger bird started speaking, his eyes narrowed further. "Are you making fun of B?" he cawed, green striped plumage dancing atop his head as he studied her. He had never met anyone that talked to him, so to him it was very much like she was mocking him. B would not stand to be mocked, oh no! That was for lesser birds, yes yes. Only lesser birds got made fun of, and he was a big, strong, scary bird! Caw! But she insisted that she wasn't here to steal his shinies, which settled his ruffled feathers a tad. He very much liked his shinies, and did not like it when others tried to take them. But he was a tough guy, right? B laughed internally, hoping along the metal thing he stood on to get a bit closer to the huge birdy. She said that she ate bones, and B's beak snapped together. "Then big bird would not like B, oh no. B's bones are small and brittle, you would choke and die on them. Choke and die!" He called.

"Speech"