“I was aksin’ if you see much of your granddaddy these days.” Jim felt as if the stuffing had been knocked out of him. But how could he expect the boy to give a little if he clammed up every time Shamayal asked a question? “He died.” Embarrassed, the boy shuffled in his seat. “It happened in his garden. A neighbour found a robin standing guard on his fork handle. I can’t imagine any other bird doing that.” (A Funeral for and Owl, www.jane-davis.co.uk)
