He wiggled down the sidewalk, hoping for a call. While bopping his head off to loud, blasting music, he noticed the others were gone. Eager for food and careless about his surroundings, he continued to walk. He could see the little children walk with their classmates, waiting for their class to begin. As soon as one of the little children laid eyes on him, he hid behind a trash can, his heart beating intensely. After a couple of minutes of silence, he peaked, only to be greeted by the shouting of a teacher. His body, frozen in fear, was numb, until a wafting scent entered his nostrils. A delicately sweet and savory aroma started to fill his world; it was the aroma of a cinnamon roll. Unable to resist the smell and believing the children had run off, he decided to make a run for the cinnamon roll. As soon as his face hit the cinnamon roll, it was heaven. His face engulfed into the roll, the cream all over his face, he felt inner peace, until he heard a loud, obnoxious yell, “Wow! Look at that crow with cinnamon cream on its face!”