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The sky is too high and the sun-bird is too bright. There is grass everywhere and some human’s stupid face.

He’d been sure it would be a nightmare, coming to the surface, Joffun had.

Then he’d thought it would be an adventure.

Somewhere along the line the adventure of it had faded and being so far from home makes him feel tense and weak.

“You can look at it whenever,” says Mr. Gulley.

“It probably won’t need bird’s spittle anyway.”

“I should hope not,” says Mr. Gulley, almost eagerly, and doesn’t get why Joffun growls and then looks away.

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