One night, Magpie sold the Sun to the Queen of Elphame.
He liked the Sun, but as the Fairy Queen said, it was just one shiny object, and she was offering an entire bag of gold.
The others didn’t react well.
“You sold the Sun?”
“Yep.”
“But it’ll be night-time forever!”
“Sure, but look at all this gold!”
“That’s fairy gold, idiot bird! It’ll evaporate in a few hours!”
“No it won’t.”
“Watch it then!”
So Magpie did. He watched it, and watched it, and then it wasn’t there.
He ruffled his feathers, and looked toward Elphame. “Oh, it’s on.”
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