Their Special Table

A Squirrel and an Opossum were grabbing a beer together at their favorite brewery. The two were such fixtures at this particular brewery that they even had a specific table they would always sit at. The staff, the owners, and even most of the other customers knew their table was off-limits. The Squirrel and The Opossum on the other hand, never really thought much of their table, after all it’s just a table, no reason to let things get to your head.

So today when the two walked into the brewery and saw a group of crows sitting at their table they assumed they would move out in short order. The Squirrel and The Opossum approached the bartender and asked for their usuals:

“Hey, by the way,” the bartender told them, “Some real bad dudes are sitting at your table today, might be a good idea to sit somewhere else today “

Well, that did it. The Squirrel and The Opossum were livid their favorite table was occupied and no one was going to do anything about it. They would have to sit at a different table than usual!? Is this a joke!?

As they say, you don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone.

“What should we do, Lonnie?” The Squirrel asked the Opossum.

“I don’t know Dillon, but we damn sure are going to have to do something.” Lonnie, the Opossum, replied.

“Well just be careful, they don’t call a group of crows a murder for nothing.” The bartender added while handing the two their beers.

“Wait, they still call them that?” Dillon inquired.

“Yeah, I thought we had stopped calling them that because it was old-fashioned,” Lonnie added.

“No, we still call them a murder because crows are mean. Go ask for yourselves and find out,” the bartender finished and went off to serve another guest.

Now the Squirrel and the Opossum were a little concerned about the crows reputation. Still, they wanted their table. How could they show their face in their favorite brewery again if they just stood by and let some crows push them around. Where would it end?

The two approached the murder of crows cautiously. Unsure what to say or how the crows will react when they ask them to move. They reached the table.

Dillon and Lonnie stared at the invading crows.

The crows stared back at Dillon and Lonnie.

They both continued staring at each other.

Dillon looked to Lonnie, fearful, expecting Lonnie to say something.

Lonnie looked to Dillon, fearful as well, but expecting Dillon to say something.

Everyone continued staring at each other for a long while.

“Are you going to say anything or are you just going to stare at us?” One crow finally squawked.

The whole brewery came to a standstill a murder of crows was going to live up to their name and destroy an innocent squirrel and an innocent opossum. It was on…

“This place is weird, let’s just go.” The crows said and they got up to leave.

Stunned, Dillon and Lonnie took their seats as everyone went back to their own business. Some stopped by to congratulate the two on driving the crows out. They were bad dudes, those murderers.

Dillon and Lonnie drank their beers but they left soon after as well. They just didn’t feel right about what happened and what they did.

Hopefully the crows are having fun.