Entry #81

Frank/Crow
by Jason Henry McCormick


I went to the woods to take some photos for a few hours. Two days later I was still there, and just about ready to die in the wilderness. I hadn't eaten for a while, and when a tree told me that my shoe was untied I said thanks but kept walking, because trees don’t talk. Then I ended up face down in some leaves. Eventually, I stood up and had the last gulp from my water bottle while a crow observed me from a nearby tree branch. It had very nice balance, a crooked beak, and blue-black feathers. When it said hello, I laughed and tied my shoe. Then it yelled at me. “Hey!” it squawked. “I’m Frank!” I kept quiet. “I want to be famous, and I’ll make you a deal. If you’ll take a photo of me, then I’ll take you to the trailhead. But once you get home, you have to post the picture on the internet." There were no other options so I agreed with the terms, but we couldn’t shake on it because Frank didn’t have any hands. So he lead the way and we headed east or maybe north, and Frank was true to his word. We made it to the trailhead before nightfall. I told Frank to strike a pose. “Wait!” he crowed. “Take the photo while I’m airborne so everyone can see my massive wingspan!” I said okay, then I snapped a good one.