“Tinies don’t innovate! We don’t need to! The big folks innovate and we survive!”
Cafir had been arguing for three years, moving about the human city visiting one group and then another of Tinies, learning every reason not to do what he wanted to do.
This one was looking relatively positive — not the person Cafir’s age yelling at him, but the greybeard and the greybraids looking between each other and him.
“You’re discussing planning,” the greybraids spoke slowly.
“You’re discussing a very large gathering of Tinies,” the greybeard added. “You understand the problems there?” Continue reading