The Writers' Circle

I decided to climb a  big sycamore tree to make me feel young again. It wasn't too  difficult and not before long I found myself up on a reasonably high branch. I was just making myself comfortable to enjoy the view and feel powerful and big when I saw this crow a few feet in front of me ,with a gun in it's beak .It spoke to me but I couldn't make out what it was saying. It had a gun in it's beak. I listened again.
It said " Thoop em up."

I said " What?"

It said "THOOP EM UP !" 

I got the jist and 'thooped' them up.

I lost my balance and found myself bouncing down to the ground ricocheting off branches. I broke three ribs and had an ironically egg- shaped bump on my forehead. I looked up to see the crow with the nearest thing it could have to smile(with a beak and a gun in it) and a wicked glint in it's eye.

" Please don't shoot !"  I said weakly.

" Thilly Thool," said the crow " It thwasn't even thloaded."