This is based off the Grimm Brothers tale, The Dog and the Sparrow. The dialogue is money right from the story, the flow of the plot from the story, yet its also rather different from the story.

Austria: The Dog and the Sparrow

Outside Gilbert Bielschdmit lay bleeding, close to dying. He had been badly wounded in a sword fight and his opponent had ran. Gilbert had dragged himself for nearly a half mile to get to the lawn of his cousin, Roderich. A blood trail had followed him, he was covered in dirt and grass, his abdomen was torn to shreds, and from the ruins of his torn clothes and skin one could see his intestines

When he could move to more, his great black eagle flew to the house, sharp beak tapping against the glass. Roderich looked up from his work, scowling. A servant ran into the room "Mr. Eldstein, a dying man is at the door!"

"Who?" he asked, seemingly bored of the matter

"We are not sure." He answered

The eagle rapped on the window again, cawing.

Roderich glared at the servants and they rushed away. The bird cawed again, louder. Roderich ignored it.

"He shall die. I care naught." He spoke to himself, though he was curious to see who the man was, and rose, walking outside to the farthest edge of his property, almost a mile away from his home, as his estate was quite large.

When he reached the edge and saw the man was none other than his annoying cousin, he laughed coldly.

"It is about time someone taught you to be silent, and who better than the Reaper?" he drawled cruelly.

The eagle flew over, screeching at him "Help! Help! Or it be worse for you!"

Yet Roderich looked at the bird "It shall naught be worse for me." He growled, and Gilbert did die at the neglect of his family.

The eagle cawed in anger "Cruel man! Thou hast kilt my friend! Mind what I say, this deed shall cost thee all thine worth."

Roderich scoffed, amused "What can thou do to me? Do your worst and welcome." He spoke, turning to go back inside.

Three servants where working on the grounds and the newly planted flowers sat in pots along the walk to the main doors.

The eagle started to fulfill his promise and dove at the pots, knocking them over, one spilling its black earth onto Roderich's shoes.

"What an unlucky wretch I am!" he cried out, kicking his feet free of the dirt.

"Not wretch enough yet!" cried the eagle, flying about the heads of his three workers and even landing and resting on the one's head.

In great rage he took a hatchet from a nearby tree stump and swung it at the bird. He had never worked manual labor, his aim was off, and he struck the worker instead, who fell to the ground dead, his skull cleaved open, blood pouring out from the shattered white bones, the man's brains oozing out to the grass, a look of horror painted on his rapidly paling face.

"What an unlucky wretch that I am!" he yelled again

The eagle replied back again "Not wretch enough yet!"

He perched upon the head of the second worker, and blind in rage Roderich swung and missed yet again, striking him in the front of the head, killing them. With a loud scream the man fell dead, blood spurting from his skull. Roderich torn the blade out and the man fell on his back, his deep red blood draining out like a river drains into a sea.

"What an unlucky wretch that I am!" he bellowed

"Not wretch enough yet!" the eagle cried flying onto the third worker head who was stock still in fear.

Roderich swung in is rage, missing the black beast again, his blade burring itself in the very top of his workers skull with a sickening crack. He wrenched it out, blood and brains flying off the sharp silver blade.

"What an unlucky wretch that I am!" he screamed, covered in blood and burning in rage

"Not wretch enough yet! Now I will plague and punish thee in thy home!" the eagle cried, flying off.

Roderich stormed across his grounds and into his home, screaming out to his wife "Alas! What ill luck has befallen me! My pots are spilt and three my workers dead!"

Eliza his wife looked up "Alas husband! A wicked bird has come into the house and brought with all the birds in the world! I am sure they have fallen upon our corn in the loft and are eating it up at such a rate!"

He glared and snarled, rushing to check upon his stores of corn that was tilled from his land. He found his wife had spoken true, as many a bird sat eating up the corn, the black eagle in their midst.

"What an unlucky wretch that I am!"

The eagle glared with beady red eyes and cawed "Not unlucky enough yet! Your cruelty will cost thee thine life!" and with that it flew away.

Roderich screamed in anger, stalking off and going to his kitchen where he sat with his head in his hands, still not sorry for what he had done.

"Thy cruelty shall cost thee thine life!" the bird cawed from the outside window.

He picked his head up and chucked the axe at the window, which did nothing more than shatter the glass and allow the bird to fly in.

"Thy cruelty shall cost thee thine life!" it taunted once more

Madness bubbling over he seized the hatchet once more and chased the blasted eagle about the house, he and his wife.

They shattered windows, broke chairs and tables, made holes in the wall, murdered anyone who got in their way, allowing dust from the walls and blood of their servants to paint the floor.

Screams and wails of dying echoed through their once fine home.

Roderich and Eliza were deaf to it, destroying their entire home yet finally catching the blasted bird.

"Shall I kill it at once?" Eliza asked

"No!" he cried "That is letting it off to easy, it shall die a much more cruel death: I shall eat it!"

At this the eagle fluttered its wings and cawed "It shall cost thee thine life!"

Unable to hear the beast any longer he held the creature in his hands and left the hatchet to his wife.

"Wife! Strike at the bird and kill it in my hand!"

No better aim than her husband with the axe, she swung and missed, burying the sharp blade in the front of his head.

He slumped over, the bird freeing itself from his hands.

Eliza screamed as blood streamed from his head, running from the crack, into his eyes and down his nose, over his lips and down is chin, dropping in puddle on his shirt and the floor. He finally slumped more, falling over on his face, burying the blade deeper into his brain, which now also ran runny down the sides on the bloody blade to the floor.

The eagle cawed in triumph and flew away.

'Always play fair and always be kind

For you never know what you will find

Deep in the dark of another's cracked mind'

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