John Owen Theobald

care about birds when people are dying

If the ravens leave the Tower, the kingdom will fall...

Good morning, MacDonald.

The great head turns, studies both me and the chopped meat, deciding which is the meal

Crrruck. Crrruck.

The croaking of the ravens drags me into the present. No more memories: this is my life now. My old life ended a long month ago on that horrible day

Uncle Henry is an important man in the Tower

Uncle Henry is an important man in the Tower

I am forced to carry the black mask everywhere, the bloody nuisance, in case Hitler puts poison gas in the bombs. Everywhere I go, the mask must

Toast and an egg, tea without a spoon of sugar, and yet there is food for these birds. How is that fair

ith spiders and earwigs), and that Mum would be happy I was here. I did not think

Maybe she had not gone into work at all today. If theyd just let me go home, she would be in the kitchen making cheese on toast, worried about me.