"There is nothing unusual about this house," I repeated.
"Why would you even say that?"
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She shook her head.
"Oh, I don't know. Other than the fact that a crow just flew into the kitchen and landed on that bird perch next to you."
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I sipped my beer, trying to ignore Russell, who had just flown in.
"What crow?"
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Russell walked to the edge of the perch and crowed as loudly as he could, right next to my ear.
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"That crow," Betty pointed out, as i tried to stop the ringing in my ear.
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I nodded.
"That's not really a crow," I grimaced, as I turned to Russell.
"That is dinner."
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Russell crowed and crapped on the floor.
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I looked at the shit on the floor and back to Russell.
He was smiling.
"Yep."
I turned to Betty again.
"Would you like to stay for dinner. I make a mean crow stew."
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Betty looked shocked.
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Russell laughed.
"You can hardly toast bread."
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I glared at Russell.
Betty let out a little shriek.
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"Oops," Russel said, quickly.
"I mean, caw."
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Betty pointed at Russell.
"He talks?"
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I shook my head.
"No, well sometimes he does vocalize a little."
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Russell nodded.
"Yes. Some ... times ... i ... speaka ... da ... English."
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I turned.
"Really. A Spanish accent."
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"Well what did you expect? I didn't know we had company."
He crapped on the floor.
"Shit."
He flew to the counter and pulled off a piece of paper towel with his beak and then attempted to clean up the crap on the floor.
"Yuk," he squawked, spitting out the paper towel.
"Smells like shit."
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I cleaned up the rest, as Russell jumped back up on the perch.
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"He does talk," Betty said, amazed.
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Home Sweet Home
HumorKrall Jones cannot believe his luck when Warren Whitesnake sells him Curtainbach Manor for just $20,000. The big old house had a few creaks and moans, but Krall loved it. It also had a few ghosts, a talking crow, a talking rat , dead Indian tribe, a...