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highway again. They were full of sorrow and anger, but mainly they were powerfully anxious about the seedpod store.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.
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 mulefa's 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 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 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
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