by Tim Pratt
Read by Dave Thompson
Originally published in Realms of Fantasy
Let me tell you a little fable, a story I crafted while sitting inside this dangling cage, where the rooks shit on me and steal my bread all day, and the smoke from your town fires stings my eyes all night.
Did you know the owls feed me? They bring me rats, mice, squirrels, and I eat them. That’s why I haven’t died yet. I’ll never die, not here, wait all you like.
My fable? Yes. Oh, yes. It will, most assuredly, have a moral. Hunker down and listen for it, boys.
Rated R: Contains Violence, some of it gristly.