Attack of the Chavy Shrews

One day when I was flying on my giant raven called Phillip I came across a chestnut tree. And in it lived a family of shrews. I shouted at Philip "wibble snip" which meant drop me into that tree so I can see what the shrews are doing. I had to tell him in the language of the giant crow, its the only thing he understands.So Once in the tree I landed on a small shrew. And all the other shrews went mad. Totally crazy! I sat crying holding the little shrew in my hands saying " I didn't mean it I'm so sorry I didn't know!" mumbled through the sobs .  The other shrews were so angry one of them just squealed... or whatever sound it is shrews make I don't know but anyway it's head exploded! I couldn't believe it! The rest of them just ran at me like an  Indian tribe and tied me up. Then pulled out little shrew flicker knives and went to stab me up. Because they where chavy shrews. I asked can we not just talk this out? can I  get a trial or something?! luckily one of them spoke English and said in a very loud and posh sounding voice, we will deal with this at dawn tomorrow. And I thought he's very posh for a chav. And another chavy shrew  stepped foreword and said "eh I can't do dawn tomorrow I have eh a thing." and the first shrew said "that doesn't matter we don't need you." bit pointless really but anyway that night once all the little shrews went to sleep I just slid out of the ropes, whistled on Phillip and flew out of there. Because the shrews rope was really just bits of straw that had fallen into the tree one windy night.