Cao Yong Paradise

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that there weren’t any roses. The walled garden had been stripped of its walks and arbors and was now waist high in green stalks with white flowers. Bees were furi-ously at work in the blossoms.
“Beans?” said Magrat.
“Yes! A won’t need to—“ Verence began.
It happened softly, almost like a kiss, as light as the touch of sunlight.
There was no wind, only a sudden heavy calmness that made the ears pop.
The stems bent and broke, and lay down in a circle, The bees roared, and fled.
The three witches arrived at the standing stone together.
They didn’t even bother with explanations. There were some things you know.
22specimen crop. I keep bringing the farmers up here to show them,” said Verence. He sighed. “They nod and mumble and smile but I’m afraid they just go off and do the same old things.”“I know,” said Magrat. “The same thing happened when I tried to give people lessons in natural childbirth.”Verence raised an eyebrow. Even to him the thought of Magrat giving lessons in childbirth to the fecund and teak-faced women of Lancre was slightly unreal.“Really? How had they been having babies before?” he said.“Oh, any old way,” said Magrat.They looked at the little buzzing bean field.“Of course, when you’re queen, you