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[no_justice]

There is a litter of kittens on a table, most of which are so tiny that their eyes haven't opened yet. They're forming a soft, mewing pile of fur, looking for the warmth of a mother that isn't there

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[monthly_gift]

"Well."

Mother Nature looks down at the kittens from beside the table.

"There's something you don't see every day. But then, you don't see Mother Nature and Death together everyday, either, do you? We sort of work at different ends of the same line."

[no_justice]

My granddaughter doesn't like it, Death admits. She finds herself pulled in, and I don't like annoying her.

[monthly_gift]

"I didn't realize you had a family. She was your replacement for a time, but discovered she wasn't suited to it?"

[no_justice]

She didn't want to do it, Death replied. Susan is sensible.

[monthly_gift]

She's amused by this.

"Does that make you insensible?"

[no_justice]

I'm an anthropomorphic personification, Death points out. That's insensible by definition.

[monthly_gift]

She opens her mouth to reply, then simply laughs.

"Well said!"