"Oh! A familiar! Does this bird also have something special like you two?!" Sharik inquired, intrigued by the crow on Allen's head.
"Not really, but perhaps she is special in her own way. She's a smart bird."
Sharik observed the crow, noting its demeanor. "Oh right," he mused, realizing that the crow was doing something that crows don't normally do, "She looks angry, but she's not beating her beak at me. That crow would normally peck you on the nose if it was angry."
Continuing to fix his gaze on the crow, Sharik ventured further. "Allen, have you ever tried to talk to it?"
Allen nodded. "I've spoken to her numerous times, but she's never given me a vocal response. She typically gazes into my eyes without making a sound."
"Are you sure he didn't give you an unusual response?"
"No, she just silently looked into my eyes."
With a puzzled expression, Sharik questioned, "Silence, you say? What do you mean by it?
