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MR. BUNT GYEM

That's it — and you are so cheerful about it. Now wait.

He reaches and turns another key. NEW VOICES

Oh, it's cold ; I don't like it. GYEM

Well, you wanted to get out and here you are. He is now busily turning key after key and throwing them on the ground below. The

voices, clear and fresh, come piping out till they are clattering in the branches like a flock of grackles. VOICES

Where are we ? I don't know, What next ?

Here I am.

My wings are stiff. Look out, you'll fall. Where do we go next ? Is this the world ?

Tell me quickly. GYEM

Admonishing a reluctant fairy. None of your nonsense now - out with you got lots to do tonight.

I've