The bottle hadn't been in Saul's apartment building for a week now. After being tossed out by the building's caretaker, the still intact bottle rested on a gigantic pile of frosted over trash (although it probably should of been recycled).
Robur Twofoot flapped his large black wings at the gathering of crows which had gathered around the pink bottle. The murder had discovered the P.L. liquid last night and had convened to discuss its importance in their fight against their wingless, featherless oppressors.
“CRÀW CRÀW!” (Thank you for gathering today my fellow black wings!)
A crow with a scar over its right eye puffed his chest, “CAÇK CRAW CÀW!” (Get to the reason Robur Twofoot! I have many shiny things to collect today...)
Rustling its feathers, Robur tried to stay looking like the biggest bird in the crowd, “CAAAAAAAW CÀK!” (The reason is thus, Ponto Tooksharptoeye and fellow members of this murder, the humans have long decided to take our land without permission. Therefore, since then, it has been our duty to generally annoy them in anyways possible. However, our tactics of waking them up way too early has been failing for too long! But we now have the answer!)
Ponto shook his body, “Càw Cäw Caw Cràwww?” (What has this bottle to do with this? We have smashed many a bottle already, and the humans only seemed to be slightly annoyed by those actions.)
Robur shook his mighty beak, “Acaw! Càww Çawwww!” (Our top scientists have discovered that this bottle contains 5th dimensional properties and if used right, will destroy the featherless animals ability to make war!)
A female crow flew up beside the two male birds making their speech, “Câw?” (Perhaps we should not use this bottle? Remember that all attempts at communications have failed and that they actually might not understand our complex language? Truly we shouldn't make enemies of those we don't understand? If they only knew of how we try to talk to them...”
They said back in unison. “CAW!” (What nonsense, Mena Peacebreast! Our language is as simple as it is beautiful! How can they not understand our 125 distinct tones which sound so gorgeous and different! Those-*UNTRANSLATABLE* *UNTRANSLATABLE* *UNTRANSLATABLE* *UNTRANSLATABLE* *UNTRANSLATABLE* *UNTRANSLATABLE* *UNTRANSLATABLE* group of *UNTRANSLATABLE* *UNTRANSLATABLE* *UNTRANSLATABLE* *UNTRANSLATABLE* *UNTRANSLATABLE* with their *UNTRANSLATABLE* *UNTRANSLATABLE*. But today that ends!)
Mena rolled her head, “Çâw ÄW Caêw Cäwwwwww Çaaaww CaCaw CAW Caw Çaââw!” (Rude)
The two male crows quickly riled up the other feathers in the murder to convince them of their plan, dumping the bottle safely into the arms of a foolish fool who would no doubt drink this perverted elixir which would no doubt cause the destruction of human kind as they would be too busy breeding to be properly expanding, which was when they would strike.
In the claws of their strongest flier, the large crow took off and the whole murder watched as he swooped down to deliver their secret weapon in a bottle to its next unsuspecting victim.
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