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It did speak! And it used fancy words like indeed.

Jack’s mouth fell open slightly. He gaped at the bird for much too long after it had asked him why he wished to speak to it. Did he need a reason for that kind of thing? He didn’t think so. It sounded like a trick. It might not have been a trick, though. He needed to be prepared for anything. After an extended period of silence, the young wolf blinked at the raven.

I never talked to a bird before! What’s your name?