Where is the hive ?

A few days had passed as the crow and the cloud were flying above an endless field of red flowers. What a pair they were—extremely unsettling to look at and comically funny. The crow would frantically twitch all the time, and the cloud kept on rambling about his endless adventures, half of them sounding very suspicious.

"So this claw," he caught up to the crow and lifted his extremely fluffy paw.

"I turned it into a huge sword and slashed the dragon from his neck to the back of his tail in one swipe, and thus the twilight returned to the kingdom of—" The crow lost interest as usual and started flying faster in a desperate attempt to outrun the cloud.

But it wouldn't help. No, the damn cloud was as fast as the wind, so he was always on his tail.

"Not to bother you more than you're bothered already, crow. But how much longer do we have to go?" 

"Ah—ThEr." The eye-twitcher arrowed down to a certain point in the red fields where the flowers were white. There were no trees anywhere close.

"Hmm. I always knew they were underground; no wonder I never found the hive before."

The crow lowered on the ground and snappily started eating the dirt. Then it jumped on its right and ate white flowers. Then it looked at the sky and laughed. It laid down in the flowers and dirt and started smothering itself.

"Uh—Crow, are you okay?"

The crow didn't reply.

He had not found the hive but had instead found grubs and flowers to eat, but his eye twitched so much that with every bite he also ate mud. The whole scene was bizarre to look at. For the first time, Cloud Kitty felt uneasy looking at the crow.

The crow was just too damn weird.

"So, Crow, where is the hive?"

"HiVe UmM In yeLlow Flowers."

Cloud kitty's eye twitched.

"You mean to say... It's in the sunflower field. We flew by the field two days ago."

The crow thought for a moment, and his one eye twitched.

"Uh... Grub."

Cloud kitty's white pristine color darkened into grey and dark grey as lightning thundered somewhere deep within. The crow was about to get it. But then the startled crow, with its broken beak full of grubs, spoke again.

"FollOW me I shOw hiVe."

So the cloud did, in fact, start following the crow again. Any sane being would think twice now. But the cloud was happy to tell more of his heroic and some villainous adventures to the half-cracked crow as they flew onwards to the horizon.