I whistled the song that kept rolling through my mind, with soft sad words:
[color:#a0a0ff]Come feed the little birds, show them you care
And you'll be glad if you do.
Their young ones are hungry,
Their nests are so bare;
All it takes is tuppence from you.
I also recalled the image of a woman in a long black dress, floating through the air with an opened umbrella in one hand and a large carpet bag in the other. How odd.
