Granddad had some stale bread. "Put it out for the crows", he said.
So when I went out to fill the bird feeders I took the bread out.
"There you are, crows", I said. "Come and get it!"
Then I walked away and looked back.
Were the crows eating the bread?
No...
Young Buck was standing there."It's for me, right?" he said.
And he ate it all up!
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