KIlls Crow

I SQUEEZED MY eyes shut and leaned as far away as possible, twisting my head to make it difficult for the crow to reach its target. But I knew it was useless. Within moments I’d be blind.

Suddenly Scarabek shrieked, and I felt the crow relax its sharp grip on my shoulder. The pressure was gone. Had the ugly bird flown away? I wondered. I opened my eyes cautiously and, to my surprise, saw it lying on the ground at my side. It wasn’t moving. Its eyes were wide-open but looked like glass. What was wrong with it? Was it dead?

‘Tom’s hurt!’ cried Alice again. ‘Don’t hurt him any more!’

The witch was staring down at the dead crow, a look of incredulity on her face. Then she turned to Alice. ‘You!’ she cried. ‘You did that!’

B8 C25