Black weaved through the white and gray.
Feathers danced, and pigeons cooed in sorrow.
Wuni's beak and talons, as sharp as blades, performed precise throat-cutting surgeries on the pigeons, and by the time Wuni stood on the windowsill again, it began leisurely grooming its wings. When the pigeon gripped in its right claw still tried to struggle, the talon instantly tightened.
Suddenly, the pigeon's body was crushed.
Wuni picked its favorite tender meats to swallow.
'Is this a crow?
More vicious than an eagle, no doubt!'
Linda drew a cold breath inwardly.
When Edith across her looked at Linda, her eyes showed surprise.
"No wonder you stood up so 'open and aboveboard,' you've raised such a vicious crow. Is that your secret weapon?"
Edith inquired.
Linda's instinct was to deny, but for some reason, she nodded instinctively, and her words came out as,
"Secret weapon?
No, it's just a pet.
Just like my cats."
