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- Feathers spiraled towards the ground.
- 'You didn't have to go and do that,' said the raven, fluttering upright. 'You could simply ask.'
- SQUEAK.
- 'All right, but before would have been better.' The raven ruffled its feathers and looked around at the bright landscape under the dark sky. 'This is the place then, is it?' it said. 'You're sure you're not the Death of Ravens too?'
- SQUEAK.
- 'Shape doesn't mean much. Anyway, you've got a pointy snout. What was it you were wanting?' The Death of Rats grabbed a wing and pulled. 'All right, all right!'
- The raven glanced at a garden gnome. It was fishing in an ornamental pond. The fish were skeletal, but this didn't seem to interfere with their enjoyment of life, or whatever it was they were enjoying. It fluttered and hopped along after the rat.
- ***
- Soul Music - p189
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