A server making noisy cascades was busy refilling their glasses with ice water from a tall pitcher.
That’s what it was like in there—all peppy! Wouldn’t you know it? It had not been a period of decline.
Having made up her mind, “Why—excuse me,” the woman said peremptorily. She left the café and stepped out into the rain. She was not scaled down or reversed in her views.
There was a car just outside that she stepped into. No daylight any longer.
She rode in the taxicab toward a higher order on account of the movement of her thought.
Here’s the spot!
We shall see!
Do you know how the animals got their tails? How the lesser gods came into the world?
The longer this goddess lives, the more she shakes her tail—or pulls on it with all her strength.