Hast thou heard the saying of Angar, Son of Caw the celebrated warrior?
Yes, Gab flapped in at the shop this afternoon to caw over it.
“Caw, caw,” said a big raven that hopped on the stone in front of her.
Like this: I my go up—I cawn't come dahn; no more can Muvver.
We had reached the Caw River, where there were Indians to ferry us across.
Jimmy Crow hopped about him ...