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Frakash came upon a large grey beast standing all alone in one corner. He figured this was the geekmeister’s dragon. The grey dragon was making a menacing humming sound. “Poor geekmeisters, they probably don’t know how to deal with him” thought Frakash to himself. “After all, geekmeisters don’t have time to take dragon charging training like garden gnomes do; I will thrash this beast into obedience in no time and impress all my yet to be friends” was Frakash’s reckoning. Frakash began reciting the dragon submission chant: “Fooooooooooo, fooooooooooo,fooooo,fooo,foo, kafo!” and then charged forward with absolute certainty, showing no fear, to grab the dragon’s scales around his eyes. The unexpected happened, the dragon began to shake and flash with blinding lights that didn’t burn. Instead of spitting fire the dragon began to spit sheets of paper. Frakash froze with shock. He had heard of flying carpets, but never heard of flying papers. The paper piled on top of him and gave him the tiniest little cuts all over his body. Once Frakash unfroze from his shock he tried to think quickly of a way to get out of his predicament. He remembered the bush whacking spell, which he used to free himself of the constricting paper surrounding his body and ran away as fast as possible.

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There is a way between voice and presence where information flows. In disciplined silence it opens. With wandering talk it closes. .... Rumi