First, he learned to eat. Then he learned to come when called. Then to wear a cape and ride a bike. Next he mastered hide-and-seek. Then he learned to talk. Not bad for a crow. Jet went on to master the wicked art of summoning the neighbor dog (Kroker! Come, Kroker, come!), only to rebuke him in his master's voice (Bad dog! Go home, Kroker!). Then one day he came to church. This is the true story of one fabulous bird with a 30-word vocabulary whose raucous antics delighted all who knew him--well, except for the neighbor who raised pigeons.