You're unique, just like everyone else...

Once upon a time, in a kingdom far, far away, there lived a crow. Her name was Crow-nth.

Now Crow-nth didn’t really like her name. So she asked her mum, “Mum, why am I called crow-nth? Why can’t I have a nice name like that sparrow there, she’s called sparrow123. Why don’t I get a number?”

(Author’s note: Note that as birds do not have the habit of giving themselves names, they’re all named after their species instead.)

The mum looked at her daughter, so black and so beautiful, with a nice black beak that shines in the moonlight, and said to crow-nth, “my dear, we tried and we really wanted to give you a better name.” And she stroked her daughters shiny forehead with her wing. “But, there’re just so many of us, that we lost count. I am called crow2549850. But I am one of the last few with names. The rest of you younglings were all named crow-nth” as it was impossible to continue the number count.”

Crow-nth looked down sadly at her claws, “So… there is no way I can get a number?” and her mum, crow2549850 answered her, “No, crow-nth, you won’t be able to get a number. But always remember this, you’re unique, just like everyone else.”

At this, Crow-nth looked up and thought, “That’s right! I am unique! Just like the rest of them,” and flew off happily into the sunset.

(Author’s note: Yes, I realised that it was moonlight just now, and it’s sunset now. You must understand how crows talk. For when they talk, they talk very slowly, for anything that is worth talking about, has to take a long time to talk. Or else, it would not be worth talking about.)

*BANG!*… the crow hunting team banged down poor crow-nth. As the SE-Asian gold medallist shooter picked up crow-nth… he said, “This has got to be the nth crow that I have shot down. There’re so many of them that I’ve lost count.”

And so… ends the life of crow-nth.