They crossed the road, barely missing the steaming pile left behind by the enormous monster that clomped down the lane. “They leave their waste right in the middle of the road,” Kit murmured, “and everyone is fine with it.” “You’ve quite a grudge.” “Don’t be fooled, Grant. They’ve the grudge against us. And who wouldn’t, after being shackled to carriages and made to haul us around for centuries.” “You have a point.”
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