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“The hole represents the grave of the bug, which is the grave of Wallace. You were suppose to put the bug into the hole. But you saw it was instead alive.”

bb:

Was it a *trained* insect?

Hucka D.:

That is all we’re allowed to say at the moment. Sorry.

bb:

What of the *light*?

Hucka D.:

Sorry.

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Let’s see, I was going to put the dragonfly, if dead, into the cup and take it home. I had accidentally left the cup behind on the beach the day before. In the meantime something had played with the cup and bent it up a bit, and also dug a hole perhaps at the same spot the cup was originally at (when I found the cup, it had been overturned). When I saw this cup, I also realized that I had *just* left another coffee cup of the same kind in Yellow Down. How absentminded can one be?? So I decided to return to Yellow Down and retrieve that cup as well, not wanting to clutter up the woods any more than I already do.

A bug burrows backwards.

Another new hole. WIS once more?

Dragonfly (once more).