Ra-ra: Why did the window go SHUT… who closed it SHUT… my question is just HOW?
Ra-ra’s friend Coo stays quiet, looking absolutely nowhere.
Ra-ra: S-H-U-T shut, right when I was about to pick my share and leave…
Coo: I believe you, it has been so many years since you first told me this story.
Ra-ra: (astonished) Many years you say, gone nuts…? It happened an hour ago.
Coo: So you think.
Ra-ra: Coo, this ain’t the time to argue.
Coo: This is.
Ra-ra: But we won’t.
Coo: We will.
Ra-ra: Hey, how is Will doing? Been a while…
Coo: A while? He died ages ago.
Ra-ra: O boy, you’re not in the mood to talk. Well… I… ah, just forget it.
Coo: Forgetting is easy, a very natural thing.
Ra-ra: Hmm… (pause) Hey Coo, give me some space to stand.
Coo: You’re standing fine, 900 years have passed.
Ra-ra: 900? I have come flying from the west port of Oraffa city just now.
Coo: Oraffa city? Hah! Blind dreams!
Ra-ra: How dare you? I can see very well… you can’t, you blind ugly funny-sounding bad crow!
Coo: I said blind dreams… didn’t call you blind.
Ra-ra: Oh, oh-my, then let me apologise.
Coo: For what? We are blind, the world knows it. Yet…
Ra-ra: Blind we are, yes, yes… very much… (mumbles).
Coo: I’ll complete my sentence… yet we are still alive.
Ra-ra: (flaps wings) Death sentence, I have been given a death sentence and yet I am alive.
Coo: Cool-cool yourself Ra-ra. We are together in this.
Ra-ra starts sobbing, mumbles again.
Coo: I am turning left.
Ra-ra: (softly) Left?
Ra-ra: Wait for me!
Ra-ra: I think I also turned left unless it is the right, or it is somewhere in the middle, who knows.
Coo: Not me.
Ra-ra: (laughs) You’re funny!
Both Ra-ra and Coo stand quietly. Coo speaks after some time.
Coo: Hey Ra-ra, you never told me your famous window story.
Ra-ra: I didn’t? How come?
Coo: That’s the truth.
Ra-ra: Well, then listen… the window was SHUT before I could pick my share… someone just closed it SHUT…
The two blind crows talked facing what they thought was the left.
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