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“Exactly what is that large brown furry creature with a half a dozen small black eyes?”
Zeb’s eyes opened, whereas before they had been closed. At least that’s what Zeb thought had happened. But perhaps before his eyes had been open and all the world was black, and now he’d closed them and was just looking at the whole world painted on the inside of his eyelids. There was a faint voice at the back of Zeb’s head whispering that things had not always been this confusing and he should really, honestly, truly be hurrying to get away quite quickly. Unfortunately this voice was buried beneath a small storm of questions such as did butterflies sometimes reminisce about their time as caterpillars?
Then a new question popped into Zeb’s head and the new question was this:
“Exactly what is tha
