Crowley relaxed his old back on a old oak tree, relaxing himself after doing nothing all day and took a short nap to rest his stupid bird brain mind.

However, his nap was soon cut off by wails of cries and screams. He jolted awake, looking down at his lap to see a baby crying, all wrapped on a staw basket. No notes, no traces of anyone else, nothing.

Crowley, still tired, holded the baby in his arms, patting their back as he inspected the baby.

"I'm no female, I certainly did not lay you at all...my...you cry too much, thank you for waking me up, baby bird.."

Cawed Crowley, getting up from his spot to find a home for this loud baby bird in his arms.

"It's quite dark outside, no fit for a baby that's still awake. Sleep! Sleep I say!"

As he trys patting you to sleep, you just cry more and more, irritating the crow man, whom soon gave you a bottle to shut you up.