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but ud bee wrong LOL," Angela smugly stated, apparently in response to a comment that only she could hear.  "Teh Plan is totes mysterious & inscrutable.  It cant B scruted N its entirety, not even by teh wisest View Masters!!  Ours is not 2 question Teh Plan but simply 2 do our part.  Teh Plans plans will work out N teh fullness of time."

"The rabbits forbid dancing and games," my Ixies informed me.  "They do not allow any musical instruments, and the only songs permitted are religious hymns.  They oppose venery outside of wedlock, and even within wedlock allow it only for the purpose of procreation."

"They sound downright anti-Mephitist," I remarked.  "What do you think about a blackberry bush along that side, and a birdbath here, with a trellis behind it?"

"It seemeth a bit busy to me," Typantronn remarked.  "But the shrub arrangement from this angle looketh excellent."

"AIEEE!!  SALV CHESSWICK!!1!!!" Angela shrieked suddenly.  "No, I swear I didnt blab anything of a confidential nature!  Elfs do not lye!!  NO PLEEZ, NOT TEH SWATTER!!!!!!1!"

"Can somebody take her someplace quiet where she can calm down?" I asked, testily.  "Her inane jabbering is making it hard to concentrate on my work."

With a collective sigh, several Ixies gathered around Angela and escorted her a short way into the woods.

Once it got quiet, I realized I could hear the small spruce tree sobbing pathetically.

"Please put me back," it pleaded.  "An ancient magick forbids us from growing within the circle.  I'm too young to die!"

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