The Crow that said WOW Part 2

The Crow that said WOW! Part 2 What happened next.

“Ye gods will you tell me what you want, WOW?” bellowed the Crow to the twittering, chirruping fluttering crowd of feathers that seemed to be everywhere.
He bellowed because he was becoming angry, so angry that he would be going very red in the face, if of course crows could go red in the face, which of course they can’t.
“WOW!” He shouted again going very dark/deep colour, not red in the face.
This was obviously too much for all the finches and many of them fluttered back to perches only to be pelted with diamond shaped bits of snow again.
One plucky little Java finch was not to be beaten however, and pulling himself up to his full three inches/ several cm and fluffing out his tail feathers in an attempt to make himself appear bigger/ less size afflicted, he began.
“Your….tweet…..Lord….tweet….ship”
Oh hell, not again thought the Crow.
“Ok, pull yourself together and tell me what you want. WOW!” the Crow said in a final attempt to be reasonable. “Look I can feel your fear from here, every Cat/predatory animal in the neighbourhood will be round any minute to see what the fuss is all about”.
Surprisingly the little finch did as it was told. It straightened up, puffed up its little/less large chest and looked visibly stronger.
Cough “Your LordCrowship” he began presuming that flattery is good for pacifying, (It is, no fool this Finch) The Crow was ready to pounce on any show of nervousness now and began looming.
“There is this boy/young human sire” (and tweet, but he couldn’t help it)
“A boy, yes” loomed the Crow.
A deep breath and “ Yes and he is throwing snow at us, frightening us”.
“Stare him out, laddie, don’t you know anything?” said himself advocating an age-old Crow method for disturbing enemies.
“I’m afraid I don’t have the wherewithal for, (tweet) any of that your crowship”
“Wherewithal now that is an interestin word” Crow had a habit of leaving words unfinished whenever he got excited, which as you probably have gathered was quite a lo
“Not heard that since, wind know when, very London England that. Old, I like old, didn’t know that did yer, WOW!/? Slap me claws and call me Corvidae/Nigel, I’ve really taken a fancy….”
“Er…(tweet) the boy your darkness”
“Boy, WOW, what boy is that wherewithal?”
“The boy that is pelting us with snow, yourcrowyness, ifnyouplease”.
“Now that is something it most definitely doesn’t, wherewithwhat. Thought we had agreed to stare the blighter out, ain’t we”.

To be continued after these few words.