Better get a crossbow first.

Might get a shot at one of the ravens .-- Bother! it's such a way to go and fetch it; and if I did, I'll be bound to say it would want a new string, and it would take ever so long to get ready.

Bother! it's hot, and I shan't go.

Perhaps there isn't a lamb there, after all.

Fancy." He rested his head upon his hand, and watched the far-off ravens, becoming more and more convinced that a lamb had gone over.
"Then why don't they go at it ?" he muttered.