Arrival of the Crow Oldster

He flew in from the east not ominous by itself, I will abide. however, our fierce opponents in battle were terrified. They had heard of the crow oldster, spread by my brothers. His wing span was twenty-four feet they lied to others. Screaming was heard from our enemy’s camp when he appeared. “It is the crow oldster!” Many abandoned their army, so a ’feared. Grandpa crow thought this was hilarious and threw out a loud caw. Some of the ones going AWOL did not stop until they got to Omaha. As leader of the red army, I was delighted to see this old fellow. With his strut, his wiggle, his giggle, and his eyes full of yellow. You are doing this right, I assured him, please keep it up. He winked at me and took a swig from his corn whiskey cup. “Crow Oldster!” we heard them yell out all night long. Many of them were incorporating his rep into a new song. I paid the crow and he flew back to the east through light showers. We defeated what was left of their army in a couple of hours.