Grimm looks on in surprise as he sees a little raven, flying across the graveyard, and it looks like he's carrying something. I wonder what that could be, thought Grimm. As the little raven flys closer, Grimm notices a small, but almost familiar set of bones dangeling from the tiny claws. "COULD IT BE", Thought Grimm in amazement, at what the little bird is carrying. "IT IS, IT IS!!" Grimm forgets all about the scyth that was laying at his feet and rushes toward the raven. As the, what he now calls, his "Lucky Raven" approaches; he watches the raven fly by and drop Grimms little hand. Has Grimm Possibably found himself a new friend?? Today is Truly Grimms "Lucky Day."