Rotterdam Forest Spider (Morning)

- I hope you understand that I had to deceive honest workers because of you? - Rotterdam said, turning to his shoulder. The bird's claws unpleasantly pricked his skin through the worn fabric of his cloak. He took a mouse out of his pocket and hung it by its tail on a nearby branch. The mouse hung for a moment and then fell to the ground. With difficulty, he bent over and felt a sharp pain in his lower back, and he tried to secure it better, but it slipped again, although this time he managed to catch it. Then he simply impaled it on a branch with its mouth and wiped his hands on the tree bark. - This is... for the future. One less hungry mouth. Pulling his cloak tighter, Rotterdam limped towards the street. Despite the coolness and his poor condition, his mood improved slightly. He put his hand in his pocket and took out dirt, crumbs, and two meager copper coins. "This won't last even half a day. Maybe some hawthorn berries?" - Look how much money I have, - he said to the raven. - What should I buy with it?