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The Crows of Nineveh

 Henry lived in the infamous tree wrought with fighters, screamers, mockers and the silent spectators of whom, he was one. He was so silent that some crows thought he was mute. But there was a time when Henry spoke. That morning Henry went out with the oldies as usual, early and chirpy. He found the grub and was quickly full. But when the others returned, Henry wanted to explore and stayed out till evening, came home to a destroyed nest, and scattered feathers of his friends. A quick glance at the lot who took their place told him that their middle name could have been 'anarchy'. He too would have gone away in search of a new home, but he found Albert, the oldest crow voiceless, and hardly breathing. His right wing seemed trampled upon and he was about to let go of his perch. Henry supported him and with difficulty managed to find a warm place for the wounded crow. Since then, Henry hadn't spoken.  The new order came into effect soon as Mervin and gang nested themselves in