"…with one grub-sized knuckle ah knocked out a message, using a system of coded raps, taps and gaps that mah brother and ah had devised while adrift in the purling fremitus of the womb.

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But mah brother did not. Ah tapped out a second time, adding a Please to the end, but again he did not. Please. Undaunted, ah told him what Life was like, and inquired about any special powers he may have developed in Death. Mah signals became urgent and disjointed. Their futile raps sounded hollow and lonely as they hung unanswered above mah crate.

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Finally I took control, and with mah knuckle barked and weeping ah rapped out one last message upon the inside of mah crate."