You're quite right, Birdie. Not even a crec-crec out of them. If they stay with us for much longer, perhaps I can whistle for Wyrd to give them something to caw about.
Bethberry herself was quite content to become a listener to the entertaining songs everyone was singing and to keep watch. Had it not been for the silent ravens watching them, it would have been an ideal day simply to enjoy the fine weather. Truth be told, it was a bit of a relief not to have to switch her bag of herbs around constantly to keep it away from the young oliphaunt. Now, she was able to keep a more watchful eye.
The breeze seemed to become stronger, cooler. The ravens were casting long shadows.
[ July 05, 2002: Message edited by: Bethberry ]
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I’ll sing his roots off. I’ll sing a wind up and blow leaf and branch away.
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