There's actually not much to see. Tooth-billeds don't build elaborate structures, merely scratching out a space on the rainforest floor that they decorate fussily with soft green leaves.
So it really got to me when my daughter went to kindergarten and came home saying, 'Mommy, what's a spik? Some kid called me a spik.'
[…] for they had a mayor there, among other unnecessaries […]
... he had every facility given him to remain under lock and key, with a chair, a table, a mattress in a corner, and a litter of fallen plaster on the floor, in an irrational state of funk, and keeping up his pecker with such tonics as Mariani dispensed.
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