"Attagirl!" he shouted as he threw a stick.
She narrowed her eyes and walked gracefully while eyeing it at times. Just then she saw berries hanging from a tree. She chose the latter, allowing the stick to land on the ground.
She was unperturbed as she continued to pick the fruit with her long neck.
He had no choice, but to wait until she was content.
Threw the stick again, and this time she caught it in her beak effortlessly.
Jack was quick to clap in jubilance, and she moved her feet and body to the tune.
In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story defining “the charisma of cranes.”