The cry of the raven echoed again, and this time Scrooge would see the bird for himself, flapping out a window and sitting on the very edge of the roof. Not only did it seem to watch Scrooge, but it also appeared to be glaring at him. At least it was a pretty bird, well-kept and almost plump with spoils.

However, any evidence that this was an ordinary if not fat little raven would vanish after it spoke.

"State your business."