“Hit it again!” they jeered.
Crowded around an ancient willow, the godlings pointed and sneered. “Eww! Gross. Look at it!”
When the man approached, he wondered what they stood over; why they slapped a dusty old plank against the tree. Bored maybe, or curious; children always were.
“What is that?” one asked him, pointing. He couldn’t tell:
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