In faultless synchronicity the wood had been carved into the shape of a scorpion.
The statue was valued by the descendants of all ages and times.
Sending waves of sheer silk reasoning and harmless prickles of electric excitement, the leaders and the elders and the babes all agreed in one cheerful tide.
Easing into third gear, adding fuel to the fire, bending the boards of learning and discernment, the roads were already travelled and the destination reached long ago.
A new tale would be told and they all thanked you for it.