THE WAY OF THE WORLDThe chickens ate all thecrickets.Thefoxes ate all thechickens.This morning a friend hauledhisboat to shore and gave methe mostwondrous fish. In its silverscalesitseemeddressed for a wedding.
The gills were pulsing, justabovewhere shoulders would be, ifit hadhad shoulders. The eyes werestilllooking around, I don‘t knowwhatthey were thinking.The chickens ate all thecrickets.Thefoxes ate all thechickens.I ate the fish.