Crow Punnery

I stepped off the telephone wire and flew over to Charlie’s recycling bin for cawffee and a chat. Pretty soon it got too crowded and we couldn’t hear ourselves over the cacawphony. Just as I was about to leave, Pete thought he saw something shiny and everyone followed him, cawght up in the excitement. Ah, peace and quiet. It’s only 11:30, but I’m cawlling it lunchtime. I could murder a half-eaten
sandwich about now.