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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 1169: Squeak!

Life on the bat-stretching line is not for everyone. Especially not for those with extended hearing ranges.

They squeak when stretched, you know. Terribly loudly, but mostly also terribly high-pitched.

Most people find it rather off-putting. But without stretching, bats would never be as fit for flight.

Are your bats freshly stretched?

Does your belfry need attention?

A visit from a skilled bat-stretcher will cure-all that ails.