POTATO_BOY

I was raised by a murder of crows. They taught me everything, from flying to eating dead and decomposing things on the ground. It was a wonderful life, until one day i was found and brought into society. I had to learn how to use forks, knives and these things called “table manners”. It was hard to get used to and one day I tried to run away only to be captured moments later. I have suffered silently ever since.