Crow’s Feet


“What’s this? You have got crow’s feet …you are becoming old mister”, said Eva after looking closely at her husband’s face.

“Well.. What can I do? I’m not getting any younger am I..? said Sam tiredly. He had just returned from an office party.

Six-year-old Tina was playing with her new princess doll when she heard her mother’s words. It was past nine, time for her bedtime story. Sam scooped his daughter up in his arms and laid her on her bed in her room.

“Aren’t you sleepy, Tina?” he asked as he tucked her in.

No, dad….Why did mom say you have crow’s feet? Your feet look alright to me.”

Sam chuckled.

“The crow’s feet your mom talked about was about these marks at the corner of my eyes”, he said as he pointed to them with his hands.

“Oh.. How did you get them?” she asked sitting upright on her bed.

“That’s the story I’m going to tell you about…”, he said with a smile.

“Do you remember the day when dad went to the old farmhouse last Saturday to clean it up and and returned home dripping wet?”

Tina nodded.

“I was busy tidying up the place, throwing away the old hay and wiping the windows, I was sweaty and my hair was all over my face. So I went to the river that runs behind the farmhouse to wash myself. I bent towards the water and I saw something strange in my reflection. I saw that a crow was seated on my head looking quite ready to lay eggs. She had spread her legs and planted her long feet on either side of my eyes! I tried to shoo her away. I ran around and jumped about to get it off, but she remained stuck. That was one adamant crow! Finally I jumped into the river and she flew away cawing crossly. And I was left with the marks of the crow’s feet….”

“Will I be able to get them Dad?” asked Tina seriously.

“Not now, after some years… but I don’t think you will like them then..”

“I will… I really will..”, she replied as she drifted off to sleep.

“Okay.. you will… sweet dreams, kiddo”, he said and closed her bedroom door.

“Really you told her a story about that…?” Eva asked as Sam plopped on the sofa beside her in the living room.

“Parenting is tough, wife. You have to think on your feet.. So watch and learn”

“Okay, I will tell her the story of how you became bald tomorrow”, she replied.

“What? No, not that”, he exclaimed.


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