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There is some kind of someone skipping over to you from across the pond.
He doesn't look like any sort of person you have ever seen. His face
is gray and has red eyes like a bug's. His feet are bug's feet, bare,
and making tiny dents in the surface tension. He has papery wings that
glitter in the dying rain.
"Hey there, kiddo! Looks like you're pickin' up the trick pretty quick! Not everybody that comes through here knows how to walk on the water." "Oh, me? I'm a waterbug. I can always walk on the water." "Great weather tonight, isn't it? So...what's your business?" |