I looked at the world with disgust. All of them, so ignorant. They were completely oblivious to the many little people who are doing the things that matter. Like painting the many flowers around the world. Waking the flowers up and weeding the weeds from the old sacred trees. All humanity does is pollute the air and throw landfill over their shoulder. Well, today, I’m going to become one of the little people and do something good for the earth. “Orina, Oruna, Fasilanta, Kakaka” Chanted my small friends. I felt myself shrinking. I stepped forward to paint my first flower.
have you ever wounded that we haven't discovered a type of species well your right, i tried telling people about them but no one listened about THE TINY PEOPLE i new this day come the tiny people had enough! Every time you squashed an ant or stepped on one you killed tiny people to tiny people ants are horses and they love riding horses. They built a death flower that will kill us all sadly i was the first to suffer.
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