Atop a tree, there was a deer, wagging tail alert to its precarious circumstance. Thus lived a fragile state, known result predicted and possible outcomes interdicted. Words press reality: don't lie. That's the joke-den's smell; reefs and beefs quaffed by resonant mackerels. Fish see sound in color, hue and whiners dedicated to mirthlessness. Way, what kind? The religious, spiritual mandate, naked empire full to shim with nay say clay players, unwilling and unable to reveal to the state: clothes neither become you nor bestride you.