I was folded into the flock under Mama Crow’s wing. I don’t quite fit in with my family. I have these oddly thin, featherless wings that cause me some difficulty when it comes to flying, but Mama says that’s because the flock needed someone to write messages for various diplomatic situations and my wings were made just for that. I’m glad I can help, although I wish I didn’t have to ride on someone’s back when we go flying. Mama is making me a special sweater with a ton of feathers, so maybe that’ll help.