In the Cave "It's not my fault that we're still here," he growled in answer to her pathetic appeal.

"I've heard you prayin' for Daddy Crow to come and take you away.

Well, it's lucky for him that he don't know where you are.
We'd make mincemeat of that old jay in three minutes.

Don't do any more prayin'.

Prayers are like dreams--you have 'em at night and wonder why the next day.