The late afternoon sky began to cast its orange rays across the vast lands of Chrysalopolis. The hustle and bustle of pacapillars walking along the merchant stalls had begun to dwindle as the sun began to make its descent below the sky. The small dark green pacapillar hummed to themselves as they looked around. They hadn’t intended to be out this late, and they had promised Gibby that they would be home in time to help him make dinner for them and the circus g...