[ the door knob turns by itself and the wind pushes the door and the windows open, allowing the crows to fly right in and knocking down graham. ]
[ the birds aren't going for your eyes or pretty faces, they're just making a big ruckus inside the town hall. something white flashes amongst all those black feathers. ]
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[ the birds aren't going for your eyes or pretty faces, they're just making a big ruckus inside the town hall. something white flashes amongst all those black feathers. ]