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Four little children went out to play. They skipped and sang and ran to and fro. One day one of the children noticed
that all the plants in the garden were moving. The flowers started talking about
the frail and perishable fleeting nature of existence; one day a spring beauty, the next a withered
branch that longed to be young again. There was only one thing left to do so the children
divided up the task between them, working frenetically but with grim determination they managed to simultaneously save the day and at the same time they
honoured the men with a municipal holiday.
