The crow sat perched on a branch, its glossy black feathers shimmering in the sunlight. Its sharp eyes scanned the ground below, looking for any signs of movement. Suddenly, it spotted a small worm wriggling through the grass.With a quick flutter of its wings, the crow swooped down and grabbed the worm in its beak. It then flew up to a nearby tree and settled down to enjoy its meal. As it pecked at the juicy worm, it let out a caw of satisfaction.The other crows in the area heard the call and soon, a group of them gathered around the tree. They cawed and chattered excitedly, hoping for a share of the feast.But the crow with the worm was not willing to share. It fluffed up its feathers and spread its wings protectively around its prize. The other crows, sensing the tension, backed off and flew away, searching for their own meal.Alone once again, the crow finished its worm and then took to the skies, its sleek black form soaring through the air. As it flew, it let out another caw, a triumphant cry that echoed through the trees.The crow had found its meal and defended it successfully. With a full belly and a satisfied heart, it continued on its journey, knowing that it was the master of the skies.
