My Crow Hating Friend

My friend, Joy, hates crows. There is no reasonable explanation for her feelings . . . I could understand her anger if her eye had somehow been poked out by a crow, but fortunately it was not. She just hates them. So, I received an email from her regarding a recent crow incident which read something like this (I've added the visual for effect) . . .



"let me tell you a little story about a mouse that was chilling in the street right outside of where I work. The mouse was very fat and when we tried to get it to leave the street (so it wouldn't be an open target for predators), it could barely walk because it was so fat. We think it was pregnant. Well, one of my coworkers thought the mouse was so darn cute that he wanted to catch it and keep it, but other coworkers advised him not to. About a half hour later, somebody went out for a smoke break and looked up at the roof in thought. To her shock, she saw the remains of a large mouse being torn to shreds by a bunch of crows.
This story just goes to show that crows are evil and work for satan.
That is all."