Walking along the canal path, I greeted the world and the world greeted me. Specifically, a raven flew up from behind me and gave the top of my head a light brush with its wing.
‘And a high-five to you, my raven friend,’ I said as I walked past the patch of grass it had landed on.
No sooner had I walked past him, than the raven leapt up and patted my hair…
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