Chapter Four: Plots

“Coom on, ye daft munkin’, geet a move on!” Credit squawked into the fawn’s ear. The fawn had been, naturally, fairly reluctant to leave behind his mother. Wouldn’t she be worried? Wouldn’t she fret over him? Well, these questions didn’t plague the fawn’s head. He was more preoccupied with his fear of the strange birds leading him deeper into the woods.

The trio traveled on for about an hour before they stopped at nearby spring. The little fawn dunked his head into the water and opened his mouth, periodically raising his head to breath, of course. Twas the only sensible thing to do, after all. The two crows hopped about scouring the grass for insects.

“Oi, Debit, yoo sure about this?” Credit whispered to his white-tipped comrade. Debit nodded his head, “Aye, the wee hinny asn’t even got a name, and-“ he quickly stopped and shot his beak into the ground, retrieving a small, repulsive creature. He swallowed it whole. Credit respectfully waited until he was finished, and asked, “D’ye think Master Bartleby weel like im’?” Debit just looked at him and said, quite frankly, “What d’ye think, ye bluidy fyeul? Les’ keep goin’ or I’ll blaa yer lugs off!”

And with that, the two crows grabbed onto the poor fawn and led him onward. The crows thought of how much their master would enjoy this new arrival, while the soon-to-be-dubbed Turkey just watched the birds in the sky.

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Sorry for the shortness, and hooray for more bad/inconsistant accents! Wait, shouldn't I be working on that challenge? I should, shouldn't I? Aw well, might as well get to that...