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B, Just B

This place wasn't as nice as the others that B had found, oh no. But there were still things, many many things! The crow could sort through the pile for ages to find his shinies, and even if it took him all day it was always worth it. He would do anything for his shinies, anything! Oh yes, yes, time to find more! He cawed as he circled around a smaller pile, a glint of something catching his yellow eyes. What was that? A new thing to collect, could it be? Flapping his wings in excitement he lowered his feet from his belly, landing with a hop or two until he settled on the unstable surface. Mm, now where was that thing that shone? Was it a gem, or metal? Ohh he was so excited to see! Cawing again his feathers ruffled in delight as his beak picked through the trash, until he tasted the bitterness of something metallic on his tongue. There it was, there it was! He grasped it in his clutches, pulling his head up to drop it on the top of the pile. Drat, oh darn. This was no shiny thing! This was a fake shiny, he had seen it before! It crumpled up like paper, but it was shiny and tasted like metal. It was often in little balls, fooling the bird into thinking that he could add it to his collection. No! Stupid fake shiny! He picked it up with his beak again, taking off to the skies in order to give it the death it deserved. Yes it wasn't alive, but B didn't care. It needed to die for fooling him! So he took it and tossed his head back and forth until it fell, and B circled around to watch it fall.

Right on a woof.

Startled, B flapped higher into the air to stay out of the wolf's reach, cawing in alarm as his fake shiny struck the creature. "Oh, B is sorry! B was trying to kill fake shiny, caw! B did not mean to hit the woof! Don't eat B! B doesn't taste good!" He assured the creature, still staying well away from its mouth.