Talking crows and magic doors.I let out a deep sigh, which showed white in the cold frosty air; I could not help but smile at that. When I was younger I would pretend that I was a dragon or some other imaginary monster, breathing out white puffs of smoke. I looked down at the neighbor's garden, where the greens and blues were covered in frozen droplets that glistened like diamonds. Grinning at the beautiful scenery that had made my day, I started to walk on in my lonely march to the buss.
During the walk, I moved by a small crow, it's feathers looked faded like an aging mans hair going from black to gray, and I could swear that it's eyes were red, like dark glassy rubies.
"Come on," Said the crow, and I did not say anything.
What?! How? How was this crow talking to me? It was very strange, unnatural, and impossible even, but there he was, talking to me, sitting in front of the park. I could hear the rumbling sound of the School bus around the corner. What do I do now? Do I take a chance on following this strange ta