You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
If all the adventures of Frog were told—how he lived among the wolves, and learned to hunt and fight, it would fill many books. But those who bear the blood of the people of the mountaintop beyond Urth always feel its call at last; and the time came when he carried fire into the Senate of Wolves and said, “Here is the Red Flower. In his name I rule.” And when no one opposed him he led forth the wolves and called them the people of his kingdom, and soon men came to him as well as wolves, and though he was still only a boy, he seemed always taller than the men about him, for he bore the blood of Early Summer. One night when the wild roses were opening, she came to him in a dream and told him of his mother, Bird of the Wood, and of her father and her uncle, and of his brother. He found his brother, who had become a herdsman, and with the wolves and the Black Killer and many men they went to the king and demanded their heritage. He was old and his sons had died without sons, and he gave it to them, and of it Fish took the city and the farmlands, and Frog the wild hills. But the number of the men who followed him grew. They stole women from other peoples, and bred children, and when the wolves were no longer needed and returned to the wilds, Frog judged his people should have a city to dwell in, with walls to protect them when the men were at war. He went to the herds of Fish and took a white cow and a white bull therefrom and harnessed them to a plow, and with them plowed a furrow that should mark the wall. Fish came to seek the return of his cattle while the people were preparing to build. When Frog’s people showed him the furrow and told him it was to be their wall, he laughed and jumped over it; and they, knowing that small things mocked can never grow large, slew him. But he was then a man grown, so the prophecy made at the birth of Spring Wind was fulfilled. When Frog saw the dead Fish, he buried him in the furrow to assure the fertility of the land. For so he had been taught by the Naked One, who was also called the Savage, or Squanto.
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to hunt and fight, it would fill many books. But those who bear the blood of the people of the mountaintop beyond Urth always feel its call at last; and the time came
when he carried fire into the Senate of Wolves and said, “Here is the Red Flower. In
his name I rule.” And when no one opposed him he led forth the wolves and called
them the people of his kingdom, and soon men came to him as well as wolves, and
though he was still only a boy, he seemed always taller than the men about him, for
he bore the blood of Early Summer.
One night when the wild roses were opening, she came to him in a dream and
told him of his mother, Bird of the Wood, and of her father and her uncle, and of his
brother. He found his brother, who had become a herdsman, and with the wolves and
the Black Killer and many men they went to the king and demanded their heritage.
He was old and his sons had died without sons, and he gave it to them, and of it Fish
took the city and the farmlands, and Frog the wild hills.
But the number of the men who followed him grew. They stole women from
other peoples, and bred children, and when the wolves were no longer needed and
returned to the wilds, Frog judged his people should have a city to dwell in, with
walls to protect them when the men were at war. He went to the herds of Fish and
took a white cow and a white bull therefrom and harnessed them to a plow, and with
them plowed a furrow that should mark the wall. Fish came to seek the return of his
cattle while the people were preparing to build. When Frog’s people showed him the
furrow and told him it was to be their wall, he laughed and jumped over it; and they,
knowing that small things mocked can never grow large, slew him. But he was then
a man grown, so the prophecy made at the birth of Spring Wind was fulfilled.
When Frog saw the dead Fish, he buried him in the furrow to assure the fertility
of the land. For so he had been taught by the Naked One, who was also called the
Savage, or Squanto.
Marco Rubio
corn is no place for a mighty warrior