once upon a time, there was a very serious bird named frances, it fit him because he was a serious bird. he didn't sing and play like the other birds, instead, he read his books and never wasted time! his voice was quite deep as he smoked a lot and it got raspy sometimes. he used half a matchstick as a full one was too hard to use (he was rather large bird though.) in addition, as it isn't normal for birds to smoke, he had to go get specially made cigars just for him. he also had to get specifically tailored suits and hats because most birds did not wear such formal attire like him. to start this story, frances was just walking home from an especially long day of reading. he had decided to take a casual walk (or rather hop) home when suddenly a small squirrel jumped into his path nearly knocking the two over. now to make things clear, frances was a medium sized crow and it is very normal for them and squirrels to be around the same size. with this, frances was not afraid of the squirrel in any away except that he may ruin his afternoon.