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Cook really was not at all pleased with the screeching crow. The old tabby sitting by the stove was not happy either. She fixed the bird with her one rheumy eye and stood up arching her back. A hisssss . . . of annoyance issued from her as she began to walk stiff-legged toward the crow.
‘No, you don’t!’ said Cook firmly, picking the cat up and holding her near. ‘That bird would do you in, sure as anything.’ Cook looked up, perplexed at the noisome crow.
Gwenneth stopped her cookie making and walked over to where the bird stood. ‘I think she wants something from you, Cook.’ Gwenneth looked closely at Avalon. ‘She’s hungry . . . but it’s not food . . . no . . .’
The Elf laughed out loud and clapped her hands in delight, startling both the crow and Cook. ‘She wants to volunteer!’ Cook raised her brows, waiting for Gwenneth to go on. ‘For the party,’ the Elf said.
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