The story of the Crow and the Moon

This is the story in the picture 'The Crow and the Moon'

The Crow and The Moon

THIS is the beginning of the cautionary tale of how the crow flew too close to the moon and lost his urge to return. He was a handsome fellow, all BLUE BLACK raven-coated, with cherry-BLACK eyes and feathers of precious gem-stones. He would spend his days BOASTING and preening his beautiful self. Consequently nobody took any notice of him. He was ridiculed and bullied by every bird he met. As with most creatures who have themselves at the centre of their own universe, our crow did not even notice and continued in exactly the same way as usual. UNTIL one day when he met the most beautiful crow in the WORLD. She was the personification of beauty and our crow fell MADLY in love with her. He wanted her to notice him – but while she couldn’t fail to see how handsome he was, she was repulsed by his VULGAR self-infatuation. She refused his attentions – ignoring him pointedly – until he was quite DESPERATE. He begged, he IMPLORED her to tell him how he could make her take him seriously. But all she would tell him was to leave her alone and fly to the moon. Well, our crow was so obsessed by her that he determined to fly to the moon, just to prove his seriousness. So one night he said goodbye to the earthly world he lived in and began his long journey to the heaven above. Up and up and UP he flew, ever looking forwards to the silvery moon. The closer he got the heavier his body began to feel and he realised that he would not be able to reach his shining goal unless he lightened his load somehow. And so he loosened his beak and threw it down as a TOKEN of his love to her. This helped a great deal and he resumed his journey, feeling re-energised and lightened. But as the hours passed by he began to feel more tired and the weight of his body began to slow him down again. He decided to take off his clawed feet – the talons were weighing him down. He dropped these down to his would-be lover as a TOKEN of his devotion to her. By this time the moon was getting much closer and the crow felt a surge of energy as he approached his goal. The MOON winked at him shyly and smile a happy greeting. So close now – but still not there and once again the crow began to tire. He felt heavier and heavier with each flap of the wing. So he decided to loosen his WINGS and send them back to his darling crow. DOWN they fluttered towards the earth. But what now – how could he go any further without wings? The moon decided to exert herself and pulled him towards her with her gravity. What a beautiful crow, she said – and they were happy. THE END