I may not seem like a very welcoming figure. After all, I do spend most of my time in a hole brooding to myself, eating my rations and cursing the sad days ahead. But if you do not look down on me because I am a lame, depressed creature, you may begin to understand the gifts I hold for the human race. Because although I am just a mule, a old, domesticated ani-mule, not even fit to live in this wilderness, I possess the skill of prophecy. For if you people see the destruction you are heading to, perhaps you will change your ways. Listen to me, your old and humble Quiet Mule. Or it'll be too late. It'll be too late.

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