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“You won't. Trust me.” Cowards.

Damiano hopped into the chariot, tapped the reins and, watching the
landscape in front of him through the eyes of the goats, led the chariot and the
lads out of the grotto. He found it rather extraordinary to have eight eyes: his
own two, two as though his face were Kinderslüka's, and two on each of the
goats, one of who could see every nook and cranny all the way to the horizon.
Damiano could even look backwards at the lads behind the chariot and the
skull-headed monster stumbling around the grotto, and simultaneously see in
front, to the front and rear and sides, all at once. With the aid of the jewels,
Damiano could see the entire world, the entire universe. And it was
magnificent.

Kinderslüka the Monster never bothered the town of Vierspitzen again,
wandering the mountain, blind, alone, and muttering about transmutation for
the rest of his days.

The End.

Moral: Be good if you want, but at the end of the day, unless you
have some magic jewels or something, you're merely some
monster's dinner.

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