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step back. As the poor boy and his female man departed for home, they heard bad names being shouted at them.
    Bully!
    Poor boy!
    Cheater, cheater!
    Pinhead!
    Pinhead oaf!
    The boy turned his head to show them the big smile on his face and to pink his tongue at them, but really it made him sad to be called such things. He was not a bully or a cheater—his man was just better than everybody else’s. And he couldn’t help it if his parents were poor. They were still the greatest parents in the whole wide world.
    He ran so that he could get away from the things they were shouting. He ran until he heard a different sound, which was music.
    At the far end of the field, only minutes away from his neighborhood and home, there was another boy—a wealthy boy—sitting on the grass while his mans, three of them, sang to him.
    Each man had a different appearance, so the poor boy guessed that they were not from the same litter. The first man was tall and brown with hair that grew in a circle around his head, the second was shorter with a very round belly and his skin was pale, and the third was short and round and pale like the second, but his brown eyes were large and nearly lidless. All three of them wore blue cloths in their hair and matching blue loin pouches. They were three little man mans in blue.
    The three mans were singing in a way that was very pleasing to the ear. It was like the trained mans he had once seen at a circus, the way they sang. One voice was high-pitched, another was low, and the last was somewhere in between. Their song was very beautiful.
    The wealthy boy did not seem arrogant or mean, so the poor boy sat down on the grass next to him and listened to the beautiful song of the singing mans in blue.
    His female man seemed quite affected by the music; her eyes were closed as she listened, and her hips moved back and forth. The boy shouted a command, and she sat, but even while sitting, her hips continued to move.
    The wealthy boy smiled at the female man. “She likes it. Maybe she is in heat.”
    The poor boy said, “What is in heat ?”
    “I’m not sure,” the wealthy boy said, “but I used to have a female man who acted that way when they sang, and my parents said she was in heat. And then they had her fixed.”
    “What is fixed ?”
    “I don’t know,” laughed the wealthy boy. “But after she came back, she cried every time they sang. I think it has something to do with babies.”
    “Babies?”
    The wealthy boy pointed to her moving hips. “She’s a female man. She can have baby mans.”
    The poor boy hadn’t thought of that, but he liked the idea.
    “She’s the best fighter in the whole world. She’ll have lots of fighting baby mans.”
    The wealthy boy nodded. “I saw her fight. She’s very good.”
    The poor boy nodded. “She’s the best in the world.”
    “Is she going to fight at the circus?”
    “My father wants her to, but my mother says no.”
    “She should fight. She’s good. She would win.”
    “She beat seven in a row today. She beat them bloody. She knocked their teeth out. But my mother says it is cruel.”
    The wealthy boy grinned. “Yes, I saw it.”
    “Would you like her to fight one of your mans?” the poor boy offered.
    The singing mans had stopped singing for some time now, and two of them were sitting on the grass listening as the boys talked.
    The wealthy boy shook his head. “No, no, no, these are not fighting mans. These mans are very delicate. The circus pays us to have them sing.”
    The poor boy laughed and said, “Coward.” But he said it in a way that was friendly and not mean.
    “My sensitive and delicate little mans would be eaten alive if they tried to fight yours,” laughed the wealthy boy.
    “She would eat them for lunch,” laughed the poor boy.
    “I didn’t know mans were cannibals.” The wealthy boy snorted with mirth.
    “She only eats sensitive and delicate singing mans dressed in blue,” kidded the poor boy. Then he said, “Where