I was driving. The light turned yellow, then red. I stopped and looked to my left. The sign went from "Don't walk" to "Walk". This is good. The world is normal. All is as it should be.
The crow also felt that all is as it should be. It was crossing the street, in the crosswalk, on foot, with tons of growling, steel and fiberglass encased behemoths straining to bear down on it in a cloud of feathery death. I stared in astonishment and the crow looked up at me as if to say "what's your problem? The sign says 'walk'".
The crow crossed in front of me, out of sight, and the appeared on my right, hopping up on the curb right as the light turned green and we sped off.
