“Hmmm,” Raven
ponders for a moment, “The real question, of course, is where is
mankind getting those ideas?”
“My point exactly,”
is the spirited reply, and suddenly it seems to Raven his companion
is standing a little straighter.
“Ah,” says Raven
sadly, a disappointed smile reaching his lips, “I see.” He looks
round for Curly, still whistling silently to himself. “Time to
go,” Raven nods at him, taking a step towards the house.
“Raven is almost in
position,” Curly says, speaking for the first time.
“See what?” the
bent man asks, moving to block Raven's path.
“Your game,” the
old bird replies.
