Jimmy -- As high up as he was in the tree he could see far out across the empty fields sectioned off by the stone walls. The nearest field had what looked to Jimmy be a great black crow perched on top of it. Could there be a bird so large? he asked himself. --- The bird seemed to lift a black wing. Jimmy leaned out from his branch. The wing moved again. That's not a wing, that's an arm. I'm sure of it . The black wing moved again. It, it's calling to me.
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