Stone the crows!

You're laughing so much and squirming so hard (and your half closed eyes full of tears don't help) that you can't fly straight and crash into a dead tree!

As you hang there, tangled in the branches, your tickler makes his appearence. He's a crow that lands on a branch above you.

"What exactly are you?" he caws.

Written by AndrewAnorak

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