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Only first he had seen how the deserts were flowing with rivers and the towns were grown fair under willing hands for men and women and children to live there. And there, with Almost Everything, sat Bit-bit in his place, weaving a little garment of sweet-grass to clothe some mite of the world.
“Now this time try not to wrinkle things all up, Deev,” said Bit-bit. “I must say, you’ve been doing things disgustingly inhuman.”
So after that the Deev was left camping about in the air, trying to make for himself new witch-crafts. And there he is to this day, being a disgusting creature generally, and only those who are as busy as Bit-bit are safe from him.
