“Prithee, tell me how thou hast endured so well whilst thine flock and kind have ever diminished,” said the elder finch.

“It is a simple tale,” replied the younger finch. “You know of the great green ones, the moving-rocks who withdraw into themselves when threatened?”

“Yes, though there are fewer now than there once were.”

The younger finch bobbed its head. “We built our home upon its back.”

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