There was nothing I could do. I couldn't change a flight of|
stairs into a creek. The boy walked back to where he came
from. The same thing once happened to me. I remember
mistaking an old woman for a trout stream in Vermont, and
I had to beg her pardon.
"Excuse me," I said. "I thought you were a trout stream."
"I'm not," she said.
if you came from the Poetry Webring or the Ring of the Moon.
What can we reason, but from what we know?--Alexander Pope