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and so the king beast trounced and pounced and shounced and shouted and he ate and gobbled everything up, except one little tiny morsel of a cute thing that scuuuurieeeeed and scrammed itself away   “Nothing! THAN I am nothing!!!!”  ‘why?’ ‘because that little thing got away?’ “YES!” ‘it is ok, little things sometimes scurry away, but you are a proud and beastly king.’ ‘these things need not bother such a great king as yourself.’ “AND yet, it makes me FEEL, still, FEEL so small...” ‘yes this can happen.’ ‘even to such a great and beastly thing as yourself.’ “AM I such a SMALL thing that I cannot eat WHAT I WANT whenever I WANT???” ‘you can eat whatever you want.’ ‘perhaps you allow the little things to thrive by themselves?’ ‘you don’t eat everything!’ “OF course not! Then who would see me EAT?!”