Shinies!

The crow hopped around along the eves of the broken down ranch, gazing inside the broken home to search for anything that shone in the dull winter sunlight. This was one of the last human places left on Alacritis. It was the last refuge for all the shinies that humans had kept. He found one here last time, one that an elderly wolf called a 'key'. B rather liked his key, it was nice and shiny and heavy. Yes, it was one of his favorites for sure. Cawing up on the broken down wood he cocked his head to and fro, his green striped plume bouncing around. There had to be something left here! Anything?

Irritated, B kicked at the wood that he was standing on, knocking himself off balance. B cawed loudly and flapped his wings, regaining his footing. "Stupid stupid wood! You tried to hurt B, caw! B does not like that." B fluffed up his feathers, making himself look like a big black ball of feathers. He was mad, cause he just made himself look silly. Clacking his beak together he glared down at the wood, his golden eyes narrowing. Stupid, he just wanted a shiny!