“Don’t act so surprised to see me,” the crow muttered in annoyance. “This isn’t my surprised face,” I replied. “I was hoping you’d be roadkill by now, pigeon.” “I’m a bird. I don’t walk across the street. I would have to be supremely stupid to get hit by a car—” He broke off sharply at the look on my face. Yup. The insult had finally hit.
