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- The rat was a tiny shape scurrying across the moonlit lawn. She followed it around to the stables, where it vanished somewhere in the shadows. As she stood feeling slightly chilly and more than slightly an idiot, it returned dragging an object rather bigger than itself. It looked like a bundle of old rags. The skeletal rat walked around the side of it and gave the ragged bundle a good hard kick.
- 'All right, all right! ' The bundle opened one eye, which swivelled around wildly until it focused on Susan. 'I warn you,' said the bundle, 'I don't do the N word.'
- 'I'm sorry?' said Susan.
- The bundle rolled over, staggered upright and extended two scruffy wings. The rat stopped kicking it.
- 'I'm a raven, aren't I?' it said. 'One of the few birds who speak. The first thing people say is, oh, you're a raven, go on, say the N word . . . If I had a penny every time that's happened, I'd-’
- SQUEAK.
- ****
- Soul Music - p31
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