Decided to try words.

    He imagined some words for the job， a lovely pack-

    Clear-eyed， resounding， well-trained，

    With strong teeth.

    You could not find a better bred lot.

    He pointed out the hare and away went the words

    Resounding.

    Crow was Crow without fail， but what is a hare？

    It converted itself to a concrete bunker.

    The words circled protesting， resounding.

    Crow turned the words into bombs-they blasted the bunker.

    The bits of bunker flew up-a flock of starlings.

    Crow turned the words into shotguns， they shot down the starlings.

    The falling starlings turned to a cloudburst.

    Crow turned the words into a reservoir， collecting the water.

    The water turned into an earthquake， swallowing the reservoir.

    The earthquake turned into a hare and leaped for the hill

    Having eaten Crow's words.

    Crow gazed after the bounding hare

    Speechless with admiration.