Scripturient: The Crow and the Eagles

Once upon a time, the crafty old crow was huffing and puffing as he flapped his way up into his nest. Although the nest was barely halfway up the tree, the crow could barely fly that high with his stubby, fat little wings and his round belly full of the delicious clams his pet doves ...

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I’d like to see what Aesop would make of derivatives. Alltop enjoys a good fable.