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Mama and FatherSir had me in sturdy overalls, with the effect that they could very handily use the back as a handle.

Imagine the fury of a three-year-old attempting to rampage free and wild right in the way of father turning over the (at that point unfenced) garden, who is instead pinned in one place by the simple expedient of slipping the back of the overalls over one of the stakes laid out for the future fence. I think I'd been trying to run out into the road, as well as stomp on everything.
Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unanswered.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?

Where have dragons gone together
Leaving weyrs to wind and weather,
Setting herdbeasts free of tether;
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?

Have they flown to some new weyr
Where cruel Threads some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh why the empty weyr?

-- "The Question Song", Anne McCaffrey
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