Decided to try words.

He imagined some words for the job， a lovely pack-

Clear-eyed， resounding， well-trained，

With strong teeth.

You could not find a better bred lot.

He pointed out the hare and away went the words

Resounding.

Crow was Crow without fail， but what is a hare？

It converted itself to a concrete bunker.

The words circled protesting， resounding.

Crow turned the words into bombs-they blasted the bunker.

The bits of bunker flew up-a flock of starlings.

Crow turned the words into shotguns， they shot down the starlings.

The falling starlings turned to a cloudburst.

Crow turned the words into a reservoir， collecting the water.

The water turned into an earthquake， swallowing the reservoir.

The earthquake turned into a hare and leaped for the hill

Having eaten Crow's words.

Crow gazed after the bounding hare

Speechless with admiration.