wynn-pua:
Wynn mindlessly watched the crow walking around on the ground outside the cafe. He leaned against the table, his smoothie long forgotten as he watched the way that it pecked at the ground, eating little crumbs that had been left behind from the people eating earlier in the day. Without giving it a second thought he looked at the person at the table beside him, making a ‘psst’ sound before speaking, “What do you think crow’s think about?”
When the kid spoke up, Phillip glanced at the crow before looking at him with an amused grin. He leaned over, and lowered his voice like they were conspiring against the unsuspecting bird. "You know what kid, I often wonder the same thing. If you ever figure it out, would you let me know? Something tells me that if we can figure out what crows think about, we can do the same with other animals, and I’d really like to know what my dogs are thinking most of the time.”
