Clarice stood on the porch with the sunlight at her back trying to decide.
The blue one? No, the green one… no, no, the RED one!
“Oh just pick one!” she said aloud to no-one.
So she closed her eyes and put her hand forward to grab one of the many bottles on the shelf.
Instead of a glass, she felt something soft. Opening her eyes, she found a beautiful blue and black feather lying on her palm.
Looking up at the black eyes of the crow, she heard “Never mind the bottles today, he shall live to see tomorrow.”
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