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Wind Vane

by @ElizabethSquires

the plot to topple the crow atop the spire's wind vane didn't quite come off as the crow did sense the plotter's ploy he recognized their gang mentality more than one thug the leader had to marshal he was gutless with no fortitude for a one on one he had not a scintilla of rectitude the crow mounted an unexpected strike on the leader he swooped down from the wind vane and tore the leader's eyes out with his sharp beak which did kill off the leader's toppling feat the other gang members were as gutless too they ran away from the fray they all had feet of clay the crow then ascended to the top of the spire where he kept his kingship of the wind vane
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ElizabethSquires
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Sep 8, 2014
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