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money to various people in society and they in
turn give you useful items.
"Do you want to order something?" the human said
to me.
"I require money so that I may exchange
it for the delicious cinnamon buns," I
explained.
The human blinked his eyes. "So ... you do
want to order, or you don't?"
Obviously this was a less-intelligent
human. "I wish to perform labor, lay-ber,
lay-burrr, and to have you give me money. Then I
wish to use that money to acquire delicious
cinnamon buns. Bun-zuh."
"I'll get the manager."
"Bun-zuh," I said. I find the z sound
especially enjoyable. It tickles the mouthparts.
Many sounds are amusing.
The manager came and I explained my
request to her.
"Well, I can't give you a job," she said.
"I think you're under age. But I guess if
you're hungry I could have you clear some of those
tables and give you some food."
This was acceptable to me.
"Poor kid," she said to the other human as I
turned away. "A little off in the head, maybe.
But a good-looking boy."
I soon discovered what she meant by clearing
tables. In this part of the mall there are many tables,
surrounded by eating places. The tables were littered
with delicious things!
On the first table I found thin, crisp,
salty-greasy triangles covered with a bright
yellow secretion. I ate them and they were very good.
On the next table were liquids. I drank
them. One was hot, one was cold. Along with the
liquids was a square of crumpled paper.
Smeared inside the paper was a reddish,
semiliquid product. I licked it. It was
fine, but not wonderful.
Then at last, I saw what I wanted.
Two large, steaming hot, glistening cinnamon
buns. Two humans were sitting very near the
cinnamon buns.
They were going to eat my buns!
I raced over as quickly as my wobbly human
legs could go. "I am clearing these tables!" I
cried.
The humans looked at me. "We haven't