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The Ancient:
[voice over]
Once upon a long, long time ago, the great knowing God polished up an acorn, and planted it in a fragrant meadow, and whoooosh, a hundred years went sliding by, and a great, wide spreading oak stood in a garden, its branches reaching for the tumbling clouds, its roots grown deep in Mother Earth. Now this was a garden of a house where people lived, but here, the amazing thing, not one of them realized that the tree was our home, the home of a clan of pixies. Now under this tree, these people lived and loved and laughed and cried - just like us - and most of 'em were very nice... when they let themselves be.
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