Buttercup. Yellow. Sun. Ra. Cleopatra. Asp.

Buttercup. Yellow. Sun. Ra. Cleopatra. Asp. Stripes. Tiger. Burning. Symmetry. Circle. Egg. Sperm. Tadpole. Croak. Crickets. Wickets. Grass. Daisy. Buttercup.

Yes, all kids were present for "take your child to work" day on the commune. They were getting a demonstration from Ryvre (or " Ѯ " as she liked to refer to herself) in the art of

her "spirit ancestors" who dwelled in the local caves. Ryvre would pierce her forefinger and draw trees, streams, and elk on the cave walls for the children of the collective.

Of course there would always be those children that daubed over those cave paintings with their own crude scrawlings, but the tribespeople had assured Ryvre that they would be

on the lookout for the fuckbois and would keep them away from his henhouse. Ryvre didn't believe them for a moment but he had no choice the starship was leaving at Brightup.

Ryvre Whizbang delighted the Nonmatter drive into star gear and backed over a woolly artichoke sleeping between two nebuloid buoys just over the horizon of Clendup II's moon, Ilsa.

Ilsa the Clendup moon saw the whole thing and reported it to the authorities. When the star police arrived, they found the lifeless body of the wooly artichoke on Whizbang's bumper

Tipped him over, causing him to fly by all the seven stars, into the

gullet of Mr. Giant. We finally sat in silence as we watched the giant sleep in peace.