Beaming proudly, Job sprints off to the clearing he's made nearby to start his latest picture. In the clearing are half a dozen dead crows, staked on arrows that have been pushed into the ground to keep them upright.
Slowly and with great care, he straightens out one of the arrows that had begun to fall over.
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Are you okay?
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"Don't want to pway," he says, sounding deeply disappointed by this. Don't they understand that Job needs them for his art?
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*watches him*
Why do you wanna play with crows?
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Slowly and with great care, he straightens out one of the arrows that had begun to fall over.
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Erm...wow...you've uh, worked hard on that, haven't you?