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Show aircar- The child would be home again at last-Saint Isaac be thanked! - and if Isaac's God wills, this time for good. Dr'Anya's heart swelled, and then ached of a sudden, for she loved her daughter, she loved her, mayhap. . .overmuch. The greens kept screaming, following the progress of the lumbering quartet below the hill. Dr'Anya shook her head and went back to her foxflowers. Though not so extravagantly beautiful as the red DragonGeese, the greens were nevertheless passing fair, with glistening light green skin and long, slender necks and tails. They were oft amusing, too, and not near so savage as the reds. And, along with the whole species of DragonGeese, they were incedibly long-lived-considering their metabolism. Indeed, some of them lived for over one hundred TwelveMonths. And, withal, they were useful. The thieving cornjays were sore terrified of their racket. So also the JumbleDogs that got into the sheep. But all that posturing and carrying on by the greens-it was mostly show, a harrassment. Dr'Anya herself could wade in amongst them anytime, picking up goslings and examining nests, creating at the most only a disapproving mutter among the birds. The milk wagon lumbered on around a distant bend in the road and made toward the velvety grass-covered Gouge. The DragonGeese folded their wings back with an air of conquering heroes and waddled sedately across the thick green turf to the north pasture, their long tails drifting out behind like royal trains, the spear-point ends just grazing the ground. Dr'Anya shook loose bits of dark brown soil from the hoe and then 15 |