Her Name is Robert
As I walked along the river, a raven flew and perched itself on my left shoulder. I smiled as it nuzzled my head in familiarity. We walked quietly together until we reached the usual clearing. I gasped as a giant, marble mausoleum came into view. The structure had a large gold dome for its roof. I ran over to the mausoleum. My quick movements caused the raven to fly from my shoulder. The structure was old but in perfect condition. It sat under generations of dust and grime, but still, the beauty of the building left me speechless.