The brothers' liquid visages boil and drip.
"Your face is gonna stain my carpet!" said a diminutive man with an inverted mind.
The stocky, bald one on the left moved to grip his chin a pensive posture, but his solid hand passed right through his amorphous bubbling face. His kin began to giggle, but stopped sharply when he felt the small man's wide gaze wash over him. This small man's body language bespoke more negative emotion than either brother wished to acknowledge. Their action, or inaction, yet still echoed the shadow cast upon them. In a shrill voice, the tiny man spoke again.
"This chaos taxes me! It wears me!"
The brothers offered advice.
"If you wish not to be taxed, then do not be. You chose to be here. You can choose how to feel here." said a brother.
"You know, this is a very spacious umbrella. We're lucky we are allowed to live here, even if for only a short beat!" proffered the other.
The miniature man followed this guidance for he had no better choice. He spent the rest of his time as a lotus blooming from the water of a brisk spring, flip-minded but content.
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