Your part in the whole of things

A Devon sort of pony from a Darwin point of view via Wikimedia

"For a boy no higher than the back of a horse Hand took things serious and knew what to be serious about." It's important to get the words right, Hillary Storm, confessed the storyteller. She, the storyteller, was persnickety about details when it came to words. Since this was a story meant especially for Hillary Storm she back tracked just a little.
"Hand was a boy no higher than the back of a horse, that was in fact, a pony."
"A very specific sort of pony!" Hillary Storm was not a girl to wait as you might already perceive even at this fresh point of our story.
"Yes, Hillary Storm, Hand was a boy no higher than the back of a Devonshire pony. So he was in fact a rather diminutive boy for someone nearly twice seven."

It was at this point, and then again at other points, when Hillary Storm imitated the face-making and posturing of the storyteller. She was joining in, and THAT is the most important part ... a part taken most seriously and sillerously. Story told and heard jiggled the words like beans being shaken on split reeds. Too heavy with water, the bean, as a story, will not keep through the winter. A moldy bean is not eatable for most humans wound with hare. So best to know your part in the whole of things...

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