Among the trees, in a flower-filled area, a colorful sister crunches through weeds, searching for something. The sky is clear, and sunlight glows between the branches and moss hanging above, adding beautiful rays down through the flowers.
Some come. Sick, limping, moaning. With a hoof, he grinds a few of the flowers together on a flat stone, and hands it to the ailing kin.
More come. Several now, his name spreading among the trees. The sister returns, holding a branch of something, and gives him another mixture of vines and leaves to cure an illness.
He looks to the west. Past their medicine home, he aches to explore. But farther and farther he goes, until he himself feels the ailing ill, and he returns home to his sister, puzzling, wondering. "I think I'm ill with a fever," he says to her, "perhaps from the warm weather."
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