#crow 01.

     ‘   . . . what is that?   ’

she speaks out towards the little instrument beside him, it was . . . could she call it cute? never had she seen such a thing and if she was hearing correctly. was he plucking at the strings? they made sound! oh how delightful . . . ! she felt the need to pluck a string herself but she knew better than to impose in such a way, after all. she didn’t know the other and if she remembered correctly, it would be considered rude to simply confront someone in such a manner. or so she was taught!

     ‘   you made . . . sound come from it.   ’