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First · The mayfly years

For a thousand seasons the toads kept their wealth in mayflies. A fat spring meant a rich toad. Nobody thought to ask what happened to the flies in autumn, because in autumn there were always more flies, and more flies felt like more wealth. It took the toads a very long time to notice that a season's savings bought a smaller lunch every year.

Second · The Heron's generosity

The Heron stood at the north end of the pond and counted. When the toads were hungry, the Heron stirred the reeds and more mayflies rose, and the toads cheered, and the Heron called it generosity. It was never generosity. Every fly the Heron conjured came out of the flies the toads already had. The pond got louder and poorer at the same time, which is a difficult trick, and the Heron was very good at it.

Third · The drought

Then came the summer the water went down. An old toad named Gatsu walked out onto ground no toad had ever stood on and found the floor of the pond: a bed of orange stone, hard as a season is long. It could not be stirred up out of the reeds. It could not be counted into existence. It could only be dug, one heavy block at a time, and there was only ever going to be so much of it. Gatsu held a block up to the light and saw his own skin looking back at him. The toads had been orange the whole time. They just hadn't known why yet.

Fourth · Why the eyes look like that

The toads stopped counting flies and started counting blocks. A new one surfaces roughly every ten minutes, and the pond splits what comes up. The Heron still visits. It still stirs the reeds and promises a bigger spring. The toads just sit there, half-lidded, unbothered, waiting for the next block. That is what the face has always meant. It isn't boredom. It's a creature that already read the whitepaper.