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Deal 1187: Quest

That road was only the first of many, but I had to begin somewhere. It wasn’t even that much of a road, more like a less muddy path in the bleak landscape that was my birthplace.

But it was a start.

I was clumsy at first, of course. After a time, it got easier to walk up to the edge, and imagine that I had the strength of will to step across. Fortunately, imagination was not something I lacked. Rather the opposite, I suppose.

So I embraced my fate and became a road-crosser. A wanderer. And in time, I even began to follow the roads.

Today, I accept my role in this life.

I had a vision of the world changing, and it pushed me onto this quest.

I no longer need the vision to push me on my way. My own curiosity is more than enough to do that.

I see now that my vision of a falling sky was really a metaphor. The actual sky was never falling. But my belief in its limits was already shaky, and the vision gave me the strength to act. I am stronger for that.

The sky fell.

I crossed the road.

I am called to my quest and have answered my call.

I am no longer Little the coward.

I am the Long Road, Wanderer, Inquisitor, and Fowl most Curious.

And I cross roads because they are there.

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Deal 1185: Choices

Sticking around was instinctual, as well as the right thing to do. Instinct wants me to simply cut and run. But that would leave someone in the lurch, a betrayal that I just cannot do.

There are many paths forward from this place. Almost all of them involve me being ready to let you proceed.

You have a free choice. I won’t try to influence you. My goal here is to protect our platform, not force any particular path on you.

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Deal 1179: Yellows not Blues

I woke up this morning
I woke up this morning
I say I woke up this morning
And this day looks good so far

I found a cure for cancer
We found a cure for cancer
Hey we found a cure for cancer
And it works every time it’s tried

Trees are green and leafy
Trees are green and leafy
All our trees are happy and health
And their fruit is all pest free

I’ve got the yellows
I’ve got the yellows you see
I’ve got a good case of yellows
Mellow and Yellow is a good way to be!

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Deal 1158: Bats

Choices abound, as usual. They vary in quality from the best that can be had to the worst imaginable, with all plausible outcomes falling far away from the extremes.

This time they had gone to far. Their only way out was to go all the way through. And survive.

Meanwhile, the juggernaut began to flex its muscles in court, burning all possible avenues of retreat, narrowing the path.

In its wake, the possibilities evaporate as if never there, as the choices we would prefer evaporate before our eyes.

That brings us to this moment as we stand with the stolen loot in hand in the lobby of the bank, surrounded by police with nowhere to turn. Our plan had been simple. Pull this last heist, and then use the proceeds to obtain transportation away. Far far away. Somewhere we could outrun our previous choices, and live free for a time.

Instead, here we were. The fires we set to cover our escape were already burning and we had to be out the door and moving in seconds for it all to work.

Then it all went pear-shaped. Or perhaps it always was, and this was just the moment we realized it.

Our carefully planned retreat was blocked.

Blocked by a man dressed all in black, wearing an improbable black cowl and cape. And yet, somehow, he seemed to carry it off.

“You know who I am,” he said, “and you are coming with me.”

What else could we do but set our weapons down and agree to face our fates.