letionoftheirproject.Theoldtheattendantstorowbacktothepace.Thepeoplecheeredandeveryonescrambledtogetintothesmallboats.Soonhundredsofsmallboatsfilledtheke,withpeoplesingingandughing,allmakingforthepacegrounds,lookingforwardtoodtime.

    Therewasonesmallboatinthecrowd,however,thatquietlyrowedtowardsthewildernessbytheke.TherowerwasnootherthanVio.Shejumpedashoreassoonasitdocked,tieduptheboatandwasabouttoehetulippatch,whensheheardatinyvoicecallouttoher.

    “Vio!Vio!Iamhere.”SheturnedaroundandsawitwasMr.Finger.Vioimmediatelygedbacktinalformawoofthemwalkedhandinhandtowardsthedipidatedhutughingandchattingmerrily.Assoonassheehehut,hereyesalightedonaspathemiddleoftheroomwhichhadbee.Onitcedalotoffurniture,table,chairs,bed,dresseretc.allmadetoMr.Finger’ssize.Infact,theyincludedeverythingnecessaryfordailylife.TheseweremadebythecleverandhandyLotusiheofthesailboatwhileKingDimitriwasoverseeingCyclops’bor.Diligentbynature,sheusedtheidletimetomakesomefurniturethatfitMr.Finger,sohecouldhavethefortsofhome.Shethoughtofeverydetaindusedhernimblefiocreatethem.NeverinherwildestdreamscouldshehaveknownthatMr.Fingeralreadyhadahomeinatreehole.VioscowledatMr.Fingerandtwistedhisearwithherfingerssaying,

    “Don’tyoudarefetyouroldhomenowthatyouhaveanewone.AlsowhathaveyoudoneaboutwhatIaskedyoutodo?Haveyouhadanygoodideas?”Mr.Fingerpreteobehurtandcried,

    “Letgo!Letgo!IjustthoughtofsomethingbutyoutwistedmyearandIfotalboutit.”Violetgoofhispainfulear.Mr.Fiwithhishandandsaidwithhisusualcheekiness

    “Itreatwhatyoutellmetodoasthefirstpriorityofmylife.eandsee.”HeledViooutthebackdoortoacourtyard,attheendofwhichwasasmallcreek,withasmallwindmillonit.Awaterbucketwasattachedtothewindmill.Whenthewihebucketmovedwiththewindmilndcollectedstreamwater,whichitthendepositedintoanopenpipelinemadebyspittingathickbamboointwo.Thepipelihehewaterintoaporotinthecourtyard.

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    “Wheisfull,”expinedMr.Finger,“youjustgatherupthebamboopipeliakethebucketoffthewindmilndthat’sit!Seehowcleverthehumanbrainis?Afewpiecesofwoodputtogethertrolthewind.Thatistosay,thehumanbrainharnessnatureandmakeitworkforhim.”

    “Doandtrytogethesubject.Whathasthistodowithmypntoavengemymother?”

    “Lookagain!”saidMr.Finger,whobegantomumblesomeintationsunderhisbreathe.Thenhepointedhisfisomething.Atulipsomedistanceawayseemedtohavebeenpluckbyunseenfingers,floatedlightlytowardsVioaedonherhair,makingherlookmorebeautifulthanever.Hetinued,“Iusethewindpowertoworkforme.”

    “Really?”saidViowithhereyesopenwide.“youusewindpowerlikeakokillKingDimitrioranyotherperson?”

    “No”repliedMr.Finger.“Idon’thavesuchrgemagicpowers,butatleastIhavethiswonderfultoolinmyhandsandmaybeofsomeuseinattainingoal.”

    “Yes,yes,yes”saidViohappily.“Youhaveawonderfulbrain.Itthinke,oddthings.”Mr.FiclosetoVioandsaidcheekily,

    “WhatdoyouthinkofwhatIhavedone?Don’tyouthinkIdeservesomeprize?”

    Violookedathimcoquettishlyawoofthemwalkedbatothehuthandinhand.Intheirnewhome,theyeorridseofsexuallove,themostprimitiveofhumaions.Bythetimetheyw

letionoftheirproject.Theoldtheattendantstorowbacktothepace.Thepeoplecheeredandeveryonescrambledtogetintothesmallboats.Soonhundredsofsmallboatsfilledtheke,withpeoplesingingandughing,allmakingforthepacegrounds,lookingforwardtoodtime.

    Therewasonesmallboatinthecrowd,however,thatquietlyrowedtowardsthewildernessbytheke.TherowerwasnootherthanVio.Shejumpedashoreassoonasitdocked,tieduptheboatandwasabouttoehetulippatch,whensheheardatinyvoicecallouttoher.

    “Vio!Vio!Iamhere.”SheturnedaroundandsawitwasMr.Finger.Vioimmediatelygedbacktinalformawoofthemwalkedhandinhandtowardsthedipidatedhutughingandchattingmerrily.Assoonassheehehut,hereyesalightedonaspathemiddleoftheroomwhichhadbee.Onitcedalotoffurniture,table,chairs,bed,dresseretc.allmadetoMr.Finger’ssize.Infact,theyincludedeverythingnecessaryfordailylife.TheseweremadebythecleverandhandyLotusiheofthesailboatwhileKingDimitriwasoverseeingCyclops’bor.Diligentbynature,sheusedtheidletimetomakesomefurniturethatfitMr.Finger,sohecouldhavethefortsofhome.Shethoughtofeverydetaindusedhernimblefiocreatethem.NeverinherwildestdreamscouldshehaveknownthatMr.Fingeralreadyhadahomeinatreehole.VioscowledatMr.Fingerandtwistedhisearwithherfingerssaying,

    “Don’tyoudarefetyouroldhomenowthatyouhaveanewone.AlsowhathaveyoudoneaboutwhatIaskedyoutodo?Haveyouhadanygoodideas?”Mr.Fingerpreteobehurtandcried,

    “Letgo!Letgo!IjustthoughtofsomethingbutyoutwistedmyearandIfotalboutit.”Violetgoofhispainfulear.Mr.Fiwithhishandandsaidwithhisusualcheekiness

    “Itreatwhatyoutellmetodoasthefirstpriorityofmylife.eandsee.”HeledViooutthebackdoortoacourtyard,attheendofwhichwasasmallcreek,withasmallwindmillonit.Awaterbucketwasattachedtothewindmill.Whenthewihebucketmovedwiththewindmilndcollectedstreamwater,whichitthendepositedintoanopenpipelinemadebyspittingathickbamboointwo.Thepipelihehewaterintoaporotinthecourtyard.

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    “Wheisfull,”expinedMr.Finger,“youjustgatherupthebamboopipeliakethebucketoffthewindmilndthat’sit!Seehowcleverthehumanbrainis?Afewpiecesofwoodputtogethertrolthewind.Thatistosay,thehumanbrainharnessnatureandmakeitworkforhim.”

    “Doandtrytogethesubject.Whathasthistodowithmypntoavengemymother?”

    “Lookagain!”saidMr.Finger,whobegantomumblesomeintationsunderhisbreathe.Thenhepointedhisfisomething.Atulipsomedistanceawayseemedtohavebeenpluckbyunseenfingers,floatedlightlytowardsVioaedonherhair,makingherlookmorebeautifulthanever.Hetinued,“Iusethewindpowertoworkforme.”

    “Really?”saidViowithhereyesopenwide.“youusewindpowerlikeakokillKingDimitrioranyotherperson?”

    “No”repliedMr.Finger.“Idon’thavesuchrgemagicpowers,butatleastIhavethiswonderfultoolinmyhandsandmaybeofsomeuseinattainingoal.”

    “Yes,yes,yes”saidViohappily.“Youhaveawonderfulbrain.Itthinke,oddthings.”Mr.FiclosetoVioandsaidcheekily,

    “WhatdoyouthinkofwhatIhavedone?Don’tyouthinkIdeservesomeprize?”

    Violookedathimcoquettishlyawoofthemwalkedbatothehuthandinhand.Intheirnewhome,theyeorridseofsexuallove,themostprimitiveofhumaions.Bythetimetheyw