"Unfortunately," said the guide, "this is as far as we can go."
"Afraid to have witnesses?" That was the snotty college kid. He'd spent the tour asking pointed questions and generally ruining it for those of us who came for family entertainment.
The guide smiled and shook her head, her tiara jingling. "Our processes are completely transparent, but some of the production work is hazardous. for example, you may be familiar with our line of blizzard-inducing pillows?"
A gust of frigid air brought the sound of angry honking from the distance.
"Those feathers have to come from somewhere; it's molting season."
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