from Tomiro's Book : Thursday 53:rd of Marzipan 2049

Today you discovered some humans by a sunny fountain. The tallest one were bending down, to possibly find drops left to drink. The fattest one were fingering on that old machine, probably a PIANO, while screaming like some bird never heard before. The smallest one were climbing in that rare, big vegetable they call TREE. Tomiro, you are more used to roots than branches of those. As its crown was reached, the little human let a fishing-line dive deep. The most normal one just stood and looked confused. Whether these humans knew each other, you found difficult to figure out.




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