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they tore open the food stores； snarling and growling and tossing their great cruel beaks high as they swallowed the dried meat and all the preserved fruit and grain。 everything edible was gone in under a minute。
and then the tualapi found the wheel store； and tried to smash open the great seedpods； but that was beyond them。 mary felt her friends tense with alarm all around her as they watched from the crest of the low hill and saw pod after pod hurled to the ground； kicked； rasped by the claws on the mighty legs； but of course no harm came to them from that。 what worried the mulefa was that several of them were pushed and shoved and nudged toward the water； where they floated heavily downstream toward the sea。
then the great snow…white birds set about demolishing everything they could see with brutal； raking blows of their feet and stabbing； smashing； shaking； tearing movements of their beaks。 the mulefa around
her were murmuring； almost crooning with sorrow。
i help； mary said。 we make again。
but the foul creatures hadnt finished yet； holding their beautiful wings high； they squatted among the devastation and voided their bowels。 the smell drifted up the slope with the breeze； heaps and pools of green…black…brown…white dung lay among the broken beams； the scattered thatch。 then； their clumsy movement on land giving them a swaggering strut； the birds went back to the water and sailed away downstream toward the sea。
only when the last white wing had vanished in the afternoon haze did the mulefa ride down the highway again。 they were full of sorrow and anger； but mainly they were powerfully anxious about the seedpod store。
out of the fifteen pods that had been there； only two were left。 the rest had been pushed into the water and lost。 but there was a sandbank in the next bend of the river； and mary thought she could spot a wheel that was caught there； so to the mulefas surprise and alarm； she took off her clothes； wound a length of cord around her waist； and swam across to it。 on the sandbank she found not one but five of the precious wheels； and passing the cord through their softening centers； she swam heavily back； pulling them behind her。
the mulefa were full of gratitude。 they never entered the water themselves； and only fished from the bank； taking care to keep their feet and wheels dry。 mary felt she had done something useful for them at last。
later that night； after a scanty meal of sweet roots； they told her why they had been so anxious about the wheels。 there had once been a time when the seedpods were plentiful； and when the world was rich and full of life； and the mulefa lived with their trees in perpetual joy。 but something bad had happened many years ago； some virtue had gone out of the world； because despite every effort and all the love and attention the mulefa could give them； the wheel…pod trees were dying。
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ELEVEN … THE DRAGONFLIES
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ama climbed the path to the cave； bread and milk in the bag on her back； a heavy puzzlement in her heart。 how in the world could she ever manage to reach the sleeping girl？
she came to the rock where the woman had told her to leave the food。 she put it down； but she didnt go straight home； she climbed a little farther； up past the cave and through the thick rhododendrons； and farther up still to where the trees thinned out and the rainbows began。
there she and her daemon played a game： they climbed up over the rock shelves and around the little green…white cataracts； past the whirlpools and through the spectrum tinted spray； until her hair and her eyelids and his squirrel fur were beaded all over with a million tiny pearls of moisture。 the game was to get to the top without wiping your eyes； despite the temptation； and soon the sunlight sparkled and fractured into red； yellow； green； blue； and all the colors in between； but she mustnt brush her hand across to see better until she got right to the top； or the game would be lost。
kulang； her daemon； sprang to a rock near the top of the little waterfall； and she knew hed turn at once to make sure she didnt brush the moisture off her eyelashes； except that he didnt。
instead； he clung there； gazing forward。
ama wiped her eyes； because the game was canceled by the surprise her daemon was feeling。 as she pulled herself up to look over the edge； she gasped and fell still； because looking down at her was the face of a creature she had never seen before： a bear； but immense； terrifying； four times the size of the brown bears in the forest； and ivory white； with a black nose and black eyes and claws the length of daggers。 he was only an arms length away。 she could see every separate hair on his head。
〃whos that？〃 said the voice of a boy； and while ama couldnt understand the words； she caught the sense easily enough。
after a moment the boy appeared next to the bear： fierce…looking； with frowning eyes and a jutting jaw。
and was that a daemon beside him； bird…shaped？ but such a strange bird： unlike any shed seen before。 it flew to kulang and spoke briefly： friends。 we shant hurt you。
the great white bear hadnt moved at all。
〃e up；〃 said the boy； and again her daemon made sense of it for her。
watching the bear with superstitious awe； ama scrambled up beside the little waterfall and stood shyly on the rocks。 kulang became a butterfly and settled for a moment on her cheek； but left it to flutter around the other daemon； who sat still on the boys hand。
〃will；〃 said the boy； pointing to himself。
she responded； 〃ama。〃 now that she could see him properly； she was frightened of the boy almost more than the bear： he had a horrible wound： two of his fingers were missing。 she felt dizzy when she saw it。
the bear turned away along the milky stream and lay down in the water； as if to cool himself。 the boys daemon took to the air and fluttered with kulang among the rainbows； and slowly they began to understand each other。
and what should they turn out to be looking for but a cave； with a girl asleep？
the words tumbled out of her in response： 〃i know where it is！ and shes being kept asleep by a woman who says she is her mother； but no mother would be so cruel；