Crow leaned against the cool, brick wall, the afternoon shadows falling all around him, the buzz of the market whispering through the alleys. On most days, he'd be in the market, giving orders to the rest of the Black Ravens, or sneaking around, dropping coded messages to his minions. Even on boring days, he'd be able to hang out with Nabby, gossip with Marilyn, or read with... whoever, but today was not like any other days. His friends were all either busy or nowhere to be found, business was insufferably slow, and, frankly, the boy thought he might go mad if he didn't find something to do.

Suddenly, he began to notice the tapping of footsteps on the pavement. They were clear, consistent... rhythmical. Almost subconsciously, he began to nod his head to the beat they created. The voices of shoppers orchestrated a nice background and, as the sound played through his mind, Crow began to sing.

"Hey dere dere, baby," as he searched for lyrics, a milk truck drove by, and he continued, "Hey dere dere dairy farm." Smiling now, he repeated this verse. "Het dere dere, baby. Hey dere dere dairy farm."

His whole body was moving now, rocking to the beat of the street as he sang on, not caring who heard him.

"Hey dere dere, baby. Hey dere dere dairy farm. Hey dere dere, baby. Hey dere dere dairy farm." He was, in fact, talking more than singing, but it didn't matter. To him, the music was grand.

"Hey dere dere, baby. Hey dere dere dairy farm."

Suddenly, a girl came around the corner, starling him. She was wearing a salmon-pink dress, knee-high boots, and a red bow, which held her light brown hair in a ponytail. She looked at him quizzically.

"Hey... dere-dere, baby? Hey... dere-dere-dairy farm?"

Flora's pitiful attempt to mimic his song upset Crow, and he sighed. "Nooo," he corrected "It's: Hey dere dere, baby. Hey dere dere dairy farm."

Suddenly, a tall man with a top hat rounded the corner, practically yelling, "Hey... deredere, baby! Hey... derederedairy farm!"

"Nooo," Crow refused, shaking his head. "It's: Hey dere dere, baby. Hey dere dere dairy farm."

Suddenly, Wren appeared, perfectly repeating his song. "Hey dere dere, baby. Hey dere dere dairy farm."

A flood of joy suddenly overwhelmed the boy, and, as he tried to sing again, his voice began to travel higher and higher, squeaking more and more as it rose. He began to dance.

"Hey dere dere, baby. Hey dere dere dairy farm. Hey dere dere, baaby! Hey dere dere dairy faaarm!"

...The rest is irrelevant.

Okay... So, I'm sure you're all either like, "What did I just read?" or "...You're an idiot." (If not, then you probably stopped halfway through, in which case, you're probably not even reading this, so... XD) Anyway, this story was pretty much just the result of intense boredom, crazy sisters, a stupid fandom (NOT Layton, mind you) and... my random mind. Just so you know, this story has been in mental existence for over a year, so I've thought pretty long and hard about this. (Just decided to write it yesterday. XD) Yup...

I'll offer up, say... 35.67% credit to LukeTriton13, just for being... yeah. XD

Well... If you think I'm an idiot... *goes into Crow voice* eh, who cares?

(Please read my other stories. They are (almost) nothing like this one. XD)

God bless!

-LittleBrotherSocket