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Digger points up at the night sky, huddled up aginst a small Shadowchild.
"You see, Shadow?" She says. "Every one of those lights is a star."
"Am I a star?" Asks the Shadowchild.
"In a sense, yes. You appear small from where most people are standing, but are large and complicated on the inside. The same is true for me, Ed, and everyone else in the world."
The Shadowchild loks confused for a moment, then says "Aaah. So I'm not really a star. Because you're a wombat, and Ed's a hyena."
A pair of eyes opens beside Digger and Shadowchild. A deep voice emanates from it's direction.
"Ed is not like hearing about species." It says. "Ed is thinking all are match. Like He-is and She-Is. Are match."
The Shadowchild claps it's hands together excitedly. "Tell us that story again, Ed."
The body seemingly connected to the pair of eyes shifts. "No." it says. "Ed must sleep. Digger-Mousie must also sleep. Ed make warrior herbs in morning and tell story."
And so the party of three snuggled together and went to sleep under the predatorial eyes of Captain Jhalm and the protective eyes of Grim-Eyes.