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a daft idea.' The raven looked around at the stricken battlefield, empty now except for the fallen and the flocks of his fellow ravens. 'What a waste,' he added. ' I mean, just look at it all. Such a terrible waste.'
'Yes!'
'I mean, I'm near bursting and there's hundreds of 'em untouched. I think I'll see if I can have a doggy bag.'
'They're dead bodies!'
'Right!'
'What are you 'Convergent evolution,' said the raven. 'Often happens. I read once where apparently the common octopus has an eye almost exactly the same as the human eyeb– caw!'
'You were going to say something like: except for the taste, weren't you?' said Susan.
'Negger grossed by bind,' said the raven indistinctly.
'Sure?'
'Leg go ogg by beak glease?'eating?''It's all right,' said the raven, backing away. 'There's enough for everyone.''That's disgusting!''I didn't kill 'em,' it said.Susan gave up.'She looked a lot like Iron Lily,' she said, as they walked back to the patient horse. 'Our gym mistress. Sounded like her, too.' She imagined the warbling Valkyries pounding across the sky. Get some warrior, you bunch of fainting blossoms . . .