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Fragment of a work in progress

           “Do you have a name?” asked Gerta.
            “I do,” said the raven.
            Gerta waited.
            The raven fluffed its beard. “I am the Sound of Mouse Bones Crunching Under the Hooves of God.”
            Gerta blinked a few times. “That’s…quite a name.”
            “I made it myself,” said the raven, preening. “I stole the very shiniest words and hoarded them all up until they made something worth having. Sound and God were particularly well-guarded. Crunching I found in a squirrel nest, though.”
            “May I call you Mousebones?” asked Gerta. “It’s…a lot to say all at once.”
            It was hard for a creature with a beak to scowl, but the raven managed, mostly with the skin around its eyes. “I suppose,” it said. “If you must.”
            “Mine’s Gerta,” said Gerta.
            “There’s your problem right there,” said Mousebones. “Much too short and not enough in it. I don’t know how you expect to become anything more than you are, with a name like that.”

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"I am the Sound of Mouse Bones Crunching Under the Hooves of God" reminds me delightfully of the titles of the bird paintings by Matt Adrian (Google away!) aka The Mincing Mockingbird. The first book of art was entitled "It Is Folly To Assume My Awesome Lies Dormant" and the second is "I Have Heard My Praises Sung In Screams" (which would also be an awesome raven name, although perhaps better for an owl). Although it can be very dicey to recommend artists to other artists, I think you'd *love* both the art and the painting titles.

I saw this in a bookstore and forgot to write out the title to mention here! It's definitely reminiscent of some of Ursula's stuff.

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