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They're up near the sky, on something very tall. Sometimes they die, only then do they fall.
A tiny bead, like fragile glass, strung along a cord of grass.
I bind it and it walks. I loose it and it stops.
A red drum which sounds without being touched, and grows silent, when it is touched.
Of these things - I have two. One for me - and one for you. And when you ask about the price, I simply smile and nod twice.
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?