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"When I catch that tasty beetle," thought the crow to himself, "What shall I eat first? The head? The legs? Shall I peck out his belly? Or will I eat him whole?"
When the time was right, the crow made his move. The beetle munched on some detritus when before him appeared a great black shadow, a demon of the skies. In a whirl of terror and sound, the crow landed. A pair of massive, hooked talons crashed into the tree bark, and a pair of great black eyes peered downward.
"Tiny beetle!" squawked the crow. "I have been watching you."
"I bet you have, gay boy." replied the beetle.