Asphidity

Flashmob pushes Grandma No Legs' wheelchair unaware that she is the glyph they want: open mouth, mother tongue. Tight-lipped, No Legs lets them follow coydogs on a goose chase. They mistake her lightness of being as ill-informed homeopathy. Only when Pearl wearies, will No Legs translate spider-chatter, diagram world webs with saggy arms. Only then will she offer them goldenseal.