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April 24th. The Crows.

Hergest, says the Owner, do not chase the Duck. I skulk back to her side. The Duck Quacks sneerily and floats away.  Quack, it says again, Gloating in a manner suggestive of Schadenfreude. I do not see why I have to have Rules, I say. Hergest sit, I say. Hergest […]