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Lynx blocked Ant's path with her paw. "Take a break and chat with me."
"There's no time," said Ant.
Lynx grinned as she lifted Ant from the ground and flung him in the air, toward a clock.
Gripping the seconds hand with his legs, Ant held on as the seconds passed. He slipped each time the hand descended toward six o'clock.
Lynx watched the seconds fly by.
"Help me," cried Ant. "Time stretches with each rotation."
"Isn't that what you wanted?" Lynx helped Ant to the ground. "Sixty seconds only last a minute. The difference is in how time's perceived."