Picture the scene if you will: County Route 83, a carcass of a rabbit lying on the road in front of us, a crow (that had been feasting) lifts into the sky as we pass by.
ITTYBIT: Mommy, what was THAT?!
MOMMY: It was a crow.
ITTYBIT: I don't like crows.
MOMMY: What's not to like about crows?
ITTYBIT: They scare away the chickadee-dee-dees. And I don't like that.
MOMMY: Well, I suppose that could be a problem.
ITTYBIT: Mom? There's a crow in Little Badger, right?
MOMMY: Yes, there is. And he's a nice crow. Remember, he brought the shiny stone for Badger's just-about birthday. I'm sure he doesn't scare chickadees.
ITTYBIT: But there aren't any chickadee-dee-dees in that book ...