John Collier Spring

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world would go to wrack and ruin if people didn't recognize their responsibilities.
She leaned forward and knocked on the door.
'Excuse me . . that's it? You carried me all the way up here for takeaway food?'
The ground skimmed past faster, and it crept over her that the horse was going a lot faster now, a full gallop instead of the easy canter. A bunching of muscle . . .
. . . and then the sky ahead of her erupted blue for a moment.
Behind her, unseen because light was standing around red with embarrassment asking itself what had happened, a pair of hoofprints burned in the air for a moment.. don't you want anything‑?'There was shouting and a crash from inside, as if half a dozen people were fighting to get under the same table.'Oh. How nice. Thank you. Thank you very much,' said Susan, politely.Binky walked away, slowly. This time there was no bunched leap of muscle power ‑ he trotted into the air carefully, as if some time in the past he'd been scolded for spilling something.Susan tried the curry several hundred feet above the speeding landscape, and then threw it away as politely as possible.'It was very . . . unusual,' she said. 'And