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Now the choice has narrowed between two pots... one has a clear honey which comes from the flowers of Eden; eat it, and hear the voices of the animals before they were given names. Chose the other pot, and you'll just be sent home, told to come back tomorrow. But, next day, if you do have the nerve to return, noone will be there, the pots will be gone, and all you'll see are wagon wheel marks in the mud, heading in every direction.