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The Demoness Metria appeared, in her human form, standing in the air.
"Must you go so soon?" she inquired.

" I thought you wanted to be rid of me."

"I do. I was being facetious."

"That's more like it." Mela had relatively few illusions about demons,
having encountered them on occasion.

"You look squirmy."

"I would ask you whether there is water near, but you would only
misdirect me."

"No, I would answer truly, because then you wouldn't believe me and
would go the wrong way." The demoness evidently understood why Mela
wanted water, so was teasing her, demon fashion.

"Never mind. I'll do it in the den." Mela headed for the beerbarrel
tree.

"Oh no you don't! Go to that purpose bush over there."

Mela's left arm stretched out and her hand assumed the form of an arrow.

"What kind of bush?"

"Aim, design, province, sphere, object, what it's made for-"

"Function?"

"Whatever," Metria agreed crossly.

"What's a function bush?"

"Just go there and see. It's really quite natural."

Mela knew that this was mischief, but it was better to humor the
demoness, whose mischief was surely not as bad as her anger. She walked
to the bush, which had the smell of manure. Then suddenly she folded
over and accomplished her business despite her clumsy form.

A function bush: now she understood its name. It had its own way of
collecting fertilizer.

Mela straightened up and walked away from it. "Thank you, Metria," she
said. For the demoness had after all facilitated the necessary chore.