A man walks into a room and finds a crow perched on the window sill.
The crow, grateful that there was finally someone it could talk to, (for this was a crow that could speak,) began to think of something to say.
The man, realizing it must have been the silence that drew the crow in, did not speak a word.
Several moments passed. The crow hopped uneasily across the room.
“It’s too quiet in here,” said the crow, but even as the first sound emerged from its beak, the man was already flying away.