There, the heavy lifting was easy.
Light as a feather, they said.
If you had walked far enough, you could turn to anyone and say “lift?”, they would pick you up and take you anywhere you wanted to go.
But, if you asked a question they moaned and complained, almost collapsing as if exhausted by the hint of interrogation.
But here, questions are the nectar of conversation. No one expects a lift!
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