Tucking her wings in and diving down, Clarisse the starling felt the sweet air flushing over her beak, she grinned to herself as she saw the welcome sight of the lights of the 'Garrison' glimmering across the square, and she fluttered down and alighted across the square. She hopped across and through the door into the smoky public bar. It wasn't her shift tonight, but she was greeted like a returning hero by her friends of the Squeaky Blinders gang. "Look wot tha cat dragged in!" Arthur the stoat cheerily yelled from his favourite booth. "Well, at least I can hit things, not just jam my piece every time!" She chirped back at him, blowing him a kiss and strolling across to another stoat who was nonchalantly chewing a carrot and replacing a whiskey glass on the bar. "How you feeling Tommy?" "Better. Rest, always the best medicine, both for me an' Bill the Oddy" The stoat boss sagely looked the starling up and down, "how are y...