The being was tall. It extended it's hands to the tiny man, and nudged him into the centre with a prod of his finger. After seeing the large trees, the gardens filled with fruit and vegetables and the brooks winding between them, he never wanted to leave. But the others were not so full of love. On the tenth day, his face was unexpectedly thrust into the water. He writhed around, his body convulsed, he stopped moving. The attacker stole his fruit. The being didn't notice, or at least turned a blind eye.
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