On a pile of glittering stuffs, sat the biggest raven he’d ever seen in his life. At first, he thought it was nothing more than an illusion played by the clouded mid-afternoon sun, that he mistook something else as a black-winged bird. But it wasn’t, it was definitely a raven, he could tell by its cold black eyes, ebony dark beak, and the atmosphere surrounded it. He got a bit confused. It was his first day in town, a new flat and a new life awaited him as he was going to be an exchange student here. He had thought about how life’s going to be like here so many times that he almost felt no excitement when he got off the plane, but a raven in his supposingly new flat was the last thing he would have imagine even in his wildest dream. He sat into the chair with backpacks still in his hands. So, what am I going to do now? He thought. The most rational way was to call the land lord and asked him to send someone to get rid of the bird. But after staring at the bird several minutes for no reason, he gave up this idea. Somehow it seemed rude to do so, even to a raven. “Maybe I should just open the window and it’ll fly away,” thought the man. So he sat up, got the window opened. A gentle breeze drew in, brought along some chilly and humid air with it. “Come on, get out of here.” He waved his hand and hissed, trying to make the bird go. But it doesn’t work. The raven sat still on the pile, which now he could get a better look at it, seemed to be nothing more than a huge collection of broken glasses, metal caps, and even some kitchen foil. But the raven nested itself on the top of the rubbish, posed like a greedy dragon guarding its own treasure and would fiercely slaughter everyone who dare lay their hands on it. After a few minutes, he gave up. Closing the window, he turned to his backpacks and started to unpack them. “It’s just a small corner,” he said to himself. “Let the bird take it, the bird might just be gone in a few days.” When unpacking, he tried to ignore the black bird, but after a few quick glances he realized that the bird itself was ignoring him as well. No, ignoring might not be a proper way to say so; the bird was rather sinking in its thought. He felt a mixed feeling of relief and disappointment when he found out this, but then again, there was nothing he can do to change this. So he kept unpacking. And when he was done, he let it out a deep breathe, and then took out the cell phone to call his girlfriend.
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