"panic does not suit you." Says the crow, high in the Fir tree. "ya know how you walked up here, slow and with the help of a staff." Ya that's how I always walk up this old logging road. "well, that's what i'm saying, you didn't run" No. "give me those nuts you have in your pocket, and i'll tell how to survive all this" Nuts placed on old stump. "fly in flocks, make a lot of noise, don't back down, remember everything"
