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The Sewer King smiled and focused on many jewels by his boots. *My children will return with extra pretties for their king. Yes. Yes* he thought.
The Sewer King frowned. He turned to the empty sewer area.
*My children WILL return with extra pretties for their king. Yes. Yes. The little monsters remember how I am distressed if they don't return with pretties. They remember seeing the light in a room for a few hours. They will remember to return with extra pretties.*
The Sewer King recalled placing a boy in a light-filled room for a few hours recently. Wide eyes never bothered him at all. The Sewer King scowled after the boy returned with empty hands earlier. He looked back before his other children concealed their eyes. He gripped the boy's shoulder and placed him in the light-filled room. ''You should see the light,'' the Sewer King said.
The memory vanished.
Many children appeared. They began to approach the Sewer King.
''Pretties for your king?'' He viewed the wet children shivering and sneezing. He continued to frown after his eyes settled on empty hands. ''PRETTIES FOR YOUR KING?''
The children stepped back after their eyes widened. They sneezed and shivered another time.
The thought of a downpour never bothered the Sewer King. Other things bothered him. Children never returning with extra pretties. Children returning without pretties. The little monsters talking during lessons. Others hurting his pretty pet sewer alligators.
A boy approached the Sewer King at a snail's pace. After sneezing again, he took a newspaper out of a long coat.
The Sewer King snatched the newspaper and opened it. He read it. Curiosity caused him to tilt his head to one side.