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MR . BUNT GYEM
That's it — and you are so cheerful about it. Now wait.
He reaches and turns another key. NEW VOICES
Oh, it's cold ; I don't like it. GYEM
Well, you wanted to get out and here you are. He is now busily turning key after key and throwing them on the ground below . The
voices, clear and fresh, come piping out till they are clattering in the branches like a flock of grackles. VOICES
Where are we ? I don't know, What next ?
Here I am .
My wings are stiff. Look out, you'll fall. Where do we go next ? Is this the world ?
Tell me quickly. GYEM
Admonishing a reluctant fairy. None of your nonsense now - out with you got lots to do tonight.
I've
