Thousand: Three Hundred Thirty

of floods, fires, ages of wind and rain, lightning strikes to number in the hundreds. Or more, perhaps. Who can have counted them? Hafta to get a new palette, too bad. Butternut figures she will catch up with the fisher gnome to get her paints. Or she doesn’t think about it. Butternut is used to things coming and going, mostly going. You know the old saw about they can’t take away your education? Butternut figures she might as well learn what she can about what’s in front of her. Like as not it won’t be there tomorrow, especially if it’s