I once knew a one-legged talking crow. His name was Kalle Kra - in English that would be Charlie Caw, or something - and, being the polite bird he was, he usually presented himself when you met him. Every kid in the neighborhood knew and fed Kalle, and he had full amnesty from the evil that lurks in the hearts of boys.If only our planet's many endangered species could learn a few words. For most of the big ones, "Please don't shoot!" would do nicely.
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