When Eben was sixty-three, he was beaten and left for dead by five hoodlums. They took everything, but left his wallet.
His hero, whom he loved like the son he never had, was going home.
He bumped into a shelving cart which rattled and rolled away lazily.
This was the Raven toying with him!
He placed it carefully over the human, with the other animals free and mingling and conversing around him. Watching his captivity.