She walked and walked, and looked and looked but there was no Fynbos Kingdom to be found and eventually she stopped at a quaint, old Indian woman selling dried roots and peculiar nuts at the roadside. “Excuse me. Do you know where I can find the Dream weaver or the Fynbos Floral Kingdom perhaps?” She asked. “Oh, it’s not everyday someone comes by asking for that. Come inside, we should not weather such matter on this street of a thousand ears.” Inside the store the shelves were full of claw like fruits, leaves, huge tubers, bulb scales, rhizome and more roots and dried fruit. The Fairy explained what had happened with the train and about her meeting with the observer. The old Indian woman -whose name was Parvati - listened carefully while preparing two small
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