Another firefly appeared, much quicker than the last. He bowed a short bow. "What do you require?"
The Weaver hung his wares in the store front. "Another shipment, eh?" The Mayfly running the stand grinned. "Say, what are you keeping that one for? Is it as ugly as it looks from over here?"
"It's waterproofed." The Weaver said, and turning, departed through the rainy street. The skies were starting to clear, and so the mayfly would begin spreading the rumour that the Weaver had found a way to make waterproof fabric.
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