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Agatha looked up at Din and smiled.
"Din, when you are right, you are right. I am as repulsive to you as you are to me as a mate but yet we could be friends." She stood up tall and proud after she had brushed her clothes off.
"Now look at this decaying plants.... these dead leaves over here... Let's pile them up here and then mixed them together really well. All it needs is a bit of time.... a bit water.... and guess what? You have what is a good compost. Good rich soil that is just right to plant the seeds that these poor dying flowers have produced at the end of their lives. And over here is a fungus! Such a delicacy and delight to people who like the mushrooms- it is obvious I don't care for them. " Agatha had made a compost pile then planted the seeds in it.

"Come over here, Din! In this soil, if one is to dug a short ways.... yes! A delicacy fit for a King. So where there is death, there is also Life. The never ending circle of Life. I now understand what I was being taught. Everything must die so another may live. What do you think of that, Din?" Agatha turned to the nut and bolts man.


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