The morning sun warmed her face, and Goodie Reynolds stretched and arched cat-like, fully rested and ready to go. Avarice, her mother’s crow flew in the opened window and lit next to her face and squawked, “Danger! Sleep! Sleep! Danger!” and he burrowed under her blanket and hid next to her body.
From outside a raven’s loud call sounded and then a very old man entered the cabin. Goodie closed her eyes tight and pretended to sleep. It was the witch Wood-Axe and she was being held in his cabin. She was in danger if he knew she was awake.