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Tilling
Tilling


One day, two human beings penetrated into our world. Such an event was not written in the texts. Worse, the ancients had always considered it to be absurd. Our world collapsed. We were forced to leave it, and to move into the human world, where we have been living since. You all know this story, because our old folks tell it, and it could be as foolish as the lore told by the old folks of yore. But what do you know of our history before the Landing of Man, how many among us remember it? You should know that our world was smooth, its sky was fair and its climate was sweet. We would turn our palms towards the sky, and manna would fall from it, just like this. We have to acknowledge it : our world bored us stiff, and that's an understatement. Today, we must work, till and work and till until this dark soil, this arid and crabby ground, who revolts at each wound from the plough, who rebels by turning itself into a sea of lethal waves, who does not seem to produce anything but stones, yields. Our human neighbours laugh at our misfortunes and limited abilities, but yet they help and comfort us. They remember that they also came here unexpectedly, that they were hurled headlong into the mud, under a beating rain, and the story of their arrival is at least as