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“That child,” someone muttered, “Is Plicki from hurting other children.”
The child in question and the child with him stared, and then the child with him said, “I’m Plicki from being nice to other children.”
The women gasped, with one of them saying, “Vixian! Did you teach Ellian that!”
“No. You did.” And then, “What does Plicki even mean?”
“It means happy?” Ellian offered up. “But Vixian is also Plicki from being nice to other children, right?”
The looks of horror on the women ’s faces—
“Okay,” the first child said. “Let’s tell papa. And ask older brothers if they are, too!”
And then he turned, Ellian hot on his heels while the women looked on in horror.
“Do you think that horror figured out what Plicki means?”
“I think,” said the oldest woman, “He’s figured out that it’s a naughty word that will get him a reaction.”
“What a horrible child.”