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And where did I, then, learn of the details of the platypus’s journey across the world, fraught as it was with many a daring deed, many a desperate plight, many a selfless deed as marsupials came together to defend themselves against the forces of evil, and make a new life in the Great Southern Land? Where did I learn of all this? Why, I slumbered in a fitful fever, tossing with sweat on my brow, and I saw it in a dream vouchsafed me by the Merciful One. I glimpsed it in a fragment of parchment, a line of a song, a reflection in a pool. I heard it behind the humming of a bug and the carolling of magpies.  I felt it in the buss of a summer zephyr. I smelt it behind a shop which sold falafels. I forgot it when I put on my clothes, and remembered it again when I was naked. And then a voice said unto me, “You will go out and tell the others what you have seen and heard”. And so I will, and so I do, in places and times. But the words of a prophet in his native land are thought fit for nought but archives, and  my hour is not yet come.  --[[User:MylesP|MylesP]] 11:41, 9 April 2007 (EDT)

And where did I, then, learn of the details of the platypus’s journey across the world, fraught as it was with many a daring deed, many a desperate plight, many a selfless deed as marsupials came together to defend themselves against the forces of evil, and make a new life in the Great Southern Land? Where did I learn of all this? Why, I slumbered in a fitful fever, tossing with sweat on my brow, and I saw it in a dream vouchsafed me by the Merciful One. I glimpsed it in a fragment of parchment, a line of a song, a reflection in a pool. I heard it behind the humming of a bug and the carolling of magpies.  I felt it in the buss of a summer zephyr. I smelt it behind a shop which sold falafels. I forgot it when I put on my clothes, and remembered it again when I was naked. And then a voice said unto me, “You will go out and tell the others what you have seen and heard”. And so I will, and so I do, in places and times. But the words of a prophet in his native land are thought fit for nought but archives, and  my hour is not yet come.  --[[User:MylesP|MylesP]] 11:41, 9 April 2007 (EDT)