As the crow fell dead out of the sky into rough pine forest far below the other two turned to flee, calling out in alarm.

The crows had fallen upon the carcass, planted their claws in it, and begun to eat.

The crow lost its perch and fell to the ground with a plop.

A crow falls from the sky hitting the camera, showing the curse has ended.

"Then the gun from his shoulder he quickly brought down... And he shot that black crow and it fell to the ground..." "I told you guns were better!"

At that point the crows attacked so viciously that the hawk lost its footing, along with feathers, and fell.

But before he could reach the donkey - one of the creatures which he loved the most - a shiny blue crow fell from above to perch on the donkey's unprotesting muzzle.

As if by magic, the crows fell silent and ceased dancing.

He sat on Thrugg's shoulders, wide-eyed as crows fell from the sky like tattered scraps of dark cloth.

And a white crow fell right behind it, alighting precariously atop the pole carried by the Great General's personal standardbearer.