I HAVE MADE THIS FOR YOU.
She reached out and took a damp square of cardboard. Water dripped off the bottom. Somewhere in the middle, a few brown feathers seemed to have been glued on.
‘Thank you. Er … what is it?’
ALBERT SAID THERE OUGHT TO BE SNOW ON IT, BUT IT APPEARS TO HAVE MELTED, said Death. IT IS, OF COURSE, A HOGSWATCH CARD.
‘Oh …’
THERE SHOULD HAVE BEEN A ROBIN ON IT AS WELL, BUT I HAD CONSIDERABLE DIFFICULTY IN GETTING IT TO STAY ON.
‘Ah…’
IT WAS NOT AT ALL COOPERATIVE.
‘Really …?’
IT DID NOT SEEM TO GET INTO THE HOGSWATCH SPIRIT AT ALL.