It was the hottest day of the Age of Sauropods. Through the
high levels walked The Risen Man, and even his brow shone with effort.
The Risen Man came across a man aflame, burning from his
hairline to his toenails. The man sat beneath the broadest tree in the levels,
as close as he could muster without spreading his fire to the bark. To The
Risen Man’s surprise, the man’s crackling lips were smiling.
He inquired, “What do you enjoy about your condition, Siree?”
The flaming man responded, “At least I’ve found shade.”
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