The next day.

At the village entrance, a colorful-feathered crow cawed as a child leaped ten meters into the air, reaching for the branches to catch it. Startled, the crow flapped its wings and flew away, stirring up a cloud of dust.

The leading child, mischievous and acting like a king among kids, commanded his group of followers:

"Those damn crows, making noise so early in the morning, disturbing our peace! Let's go home and get the nets to catch those ominous birds."