Getting down on his hands and knees, squinting, Phil surveyed the Meadow of Peace.

“That is it!” he said. “You have accomplished it! Look how natural our native land looks for the first time ever in history, with no Inner Hornerites slumping around making us feel guilty, no fences, no walls, only freedom! You have made me so happy. How long we have all waited for this day! Not only is there no Inner Horner, there are no Inner Hornerites, which of course is unfortunate, since I so very much value diversity, but gosh their luck was bad. But also what a lovely meadow! Let us focus on that, and not on our thoughts of sadness, due to a marginally decreased diversity, because after alll, we are still pretty diverse. Please, indulge me: let all assume my present posture, the better to view my Meadow of Peace.”

And the nation of Outer Horner, on all fours, squinting, viewed the Meadow of Peace.

“Wow,” said Larry.

“Wow,” said Melvin.

“It is flat, it is green,” said Phil. “But do not think I ever really cared about flat or green. What I cared about is that I dreamed it! And now here it is. It makes me feel that all my dreams are meant to come true, which, you know, really emboldens me to dream! Which I find exciting for you, my nation, since my dreams are your dreams and your dreams are my dreams! Let us dream! Let us dream together! Am I right?”

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