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.

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

and wept for two whole hours. T'was such a grave loss, that wooly artichoke. It had been the last of its kind. As grief turned to anger, the Star Police approached Whizbang and

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.