Crow landed on windowsills everyday to eat the pie that housewives made. The women would chase him and yell, but he'd just laugh and taunt them.

One day, as Crow nabbed a blackberry pie, a housewife ran after him with a broom. Crow thought the act so funny that he laughed up a storm, which became a hurricane.

The winds grew so fast and strong that they whipped up forest fires. Everywhere houses collapsed. Creatures ran this way and that, looking for shelter. But Crow kept laughing until a dove, pushed and pulled by the storm, bumped into Crow, who then choked on his pie and died.

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