Headless martyrs are riding caribou intothe international forest again. Fairies sippingnectar from hyacinths chuckle at this scene.
They remember why bushmen lick beehiveswith honey-coated tongues and challengeenemies to do the same. Their numbers are
low. Avoiding spear fights: supreme gift.Whenever gifts are plucked from quiescentporches, fairies cry because thieves are on the
run, breaking their promises to Mab, zippingthrough the underbrush where fire ants dwell.But the ants pay no attention. World-building
comes first. Leaves need to be gathered andstored. Grains counted. The insomniac queencan sleep when the rains come.
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