Goodman Bog watched his son rollick in a drift of leaves on the village square. Kerr squirmed until only his grimy five-year-old feet remained visible, then he burst up with a squeal and shower of gold aspen foliage.

"Look at the birds, Daddy," Kerr said.

Bog looked up. A cloud of dark forms glided from the west. Their caws rode the wind before them. "Crows," Bog said.

"Crows." Kerr spoke slowly, as if he savored the sound of the word.

The birds landed on the square, squawking and jostling for position. Each had a patch of white feathers around it left eye.

Oldman Wye approached. "Scruffy and noisy lot, aren’t they?"

"Strange one too," Bog said. "Look at that spot on their faces."

I'll say that I didn't quite get "Kerr spoke slowly, as if he savored the sound of the word." I tried working out in my head what that was sounding like, and it kinda sounded more like Kerr was imitating a cawing sound while saying "Crows."

I was also puzzled by what direction "towards the street" indicates.

I really appreciate everyone helping out.

I have had a chance to glance over a few of the critiques and they look awesome (I'll have to break out a new box of bandaids, though!)