Sound of Pulling Heaven Down [B]

B, Just B

The crow was so busy with his head down the hole that he had no idea that the dame was so busy catching the rabbits that he was keeping out of the hutch. His tail feathers fanned out and wagged back and forth as he attempted to wedge his body into rabbits home and pull them out. Letting out a caw of frustration he hopped backwards to see the wolf kill a rabbit. Oh. B had helped, right? "B meant to do that." Muttered the crow, nodding his head in a crazy movement to make it seem more believable. He had totally helped her catch the rabbits, oh yes!

Twig offered him the rabbit, telling him that it was for him. Hopping closer, he poked it with his beak and flapped his wings happily when it was still warm. He was about to pull out a bite out of it when he stopped and looked up at Twig, his green feathers flopping widely as he inspected the female. "Does pretty Twig want to eat, caw! Pretty woof can share with B, B can't eat the whole rabbit! B would be fat and couldn't fly if B ate the whole rabbit. Twig can have half, yes yes! Twig can eat first, then B will eats." He had made his decision, and he was going to stick to it. He bounced back from the rabbit and started to preen his ebony flowers. Nope, no food until Twig ate.