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At first, he raged. He tried to decree the river to part, the sun to move faster, the village children to stop laughing at his fuzzy ears. But the river ignored him. The sun baked him. And the children threw dandelions at his nose.

The Groove of the Humble Llama

One night, under a sky so thick with stars it looked like Yzma’s failed potion lab, Kuzco whispered, “I used to think a view was only worth it if I owned it.” locuras del emperador