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The Birds.
Done before.

“Is that…?” Hortense didn’t believe her eyes.
“It most certainly is,” the Witch responded, between gritted teeth.
Hortense had not noticed her tone. “She’s pretty.”
The Witch turned her head sharply to her apprentice. “Excuse me, what?”

Under a bridge in a port town in Maine, three street cats huddled together, sheltering from the torrential rain.

“Blood of Christ. I would like a dose, please,” said the bat. “I’ve brought the raw materials in trade. I’m not asking for handouts or anything.”

I knocked on his grave. Once, hoping nothing would happen. Twice, fearing he would knock back. And a third time, fearing he wouldn’t.

There is a yearning in the metal. A voice. You can hear it, can’t you, Kenna?

“Hortense, did you – and I’m not angry if you did – but did you break this Potion of Ocean?”
“No, mistress. And you would be angry if I did…

The dockhand laughed in my face.
“You can’t be serious?” He laughed again. “You foreigners will believe anything, won’t ya? What’s next, you want to hunt the Midwinter Rabbit, too?

– Did you just talk?
– Caw.
– I could’ve sworn I just heard you talk.
– Caw?
– Alright, guess not. Bye, bird.
– Bye.