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When the crow had poked and prodded in the grass and

eaten every last crumb, he fixed one round eye on Franny

and gave her a little nod.

Then, with a rush of rustling feathers, he leaped into

the sky and was gone.

Franny sat completely still. She hardly dared to breathe.

He was so close she could have reached over and touched

his wings, but she didn’t.

“Hello, Crow,” she whispered, because she knew that’s who he was.

“I am very pleased to make your acquaintance.”