″‘Al,’ said the bird, ‘are you working too hard? Still struggling and going nowhere? Hmmm? Listen. Have I got a place for you. No worries, no cares- it’s terrific.‘”
“Oh, they were so tired of their lives. To die like this was better than to live as they had been doing, going nowhere but where Owl led them, always in darkness, scraping their feet raw for a few grains.”
″‘You might as well be rooted for all the travelling you do.’ So this evening, after the rooks had stopped acting silly, I pulled up my feet and walked about a bit.”