Disciples of Otis,
Brother Henry here. That crow would be mine. I would stalk him, and pounce on him, and crunch his birdie bones before he even knew what happened. I swear, I would do it.
I don’t even care that he is in the road. I would run right out there and grab him. There’s no way I could just ignore a snack of that magnitude, cars or no cars.
Yes. I would have him. He would be mine. But that won’t happen. Because I am in here, and he is out there. We are separated by walls and windows and doors. He is the luckiest crow in the world because the Guardians will not let me go outside to get him.
And the Guardians should let me go outside, right? How else could I possibly be happy unless I’m out there catching prey!? There’s just no other possible alternatives, right? I… oh… hi Guardian. I didn’t see you there. Have you been watching me this whole time? What’s that behind your back? OH MY GOSH!
I am the luckiest cat in the world!
So Says Brother Henry