When I was three or four years old, my older brother and I shared a room. We were supposed to be taking a nap, but instead were seeing who could make it the furthest along the window-sill without falling off. After a few attempts, we realized there was a large caterpillar on the window, so we both side stepped the sill to get a better look. I kid you not, the second we got directly behind it, a giant crow (I'm sure it was normal sized, but in my memory it was the size of a dragon) slammed into the window and grabbed the bug. My brother and I fell off screaming and hit the ground pretty hard. We knew we were busted but we jumped into our beds and pretended to be a sleep. Mom burst in the room, wooden spoon in hand. We had no hope....
