Hogfather - Bower Birds

The raven popped into existence and fluttered wearily on to a stump of ice beside her. 'This place is a morgue,' said Susan. '

's got to be mine, if I do ... any more flyin' tonight,' panted the raven, as the Death of Rats got off its back'I never signed up for all this long-distance, faster'n time stuff. I should be back in a forest somewhere, making excitingly decorated constructions to attract females.'

'That's bower birds,' said Susan. 'Ravens don't do that.’

'Oh, so it's type-casting now, is it?' said the raven. 'I'm missing meals here, you do know that?'

It swiveled its independently sprung eyes.

'So where's all the lights?' it said. 'Where's all the noise? Where's all the jolly little buggers in pointy hats and red and green suits, hitting wooden toys unconvincingly yet rhythmically with hammers?’

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