fig.72.89) the skin of my agent is erotic to me Wise is always wisest, even says the fool. Once you've set your fire brightly, laughter is to heaven what mirth is worth to you. We found you below the steps. You were right beside the buffalo exhibit and your hair was radiant. You smelled just like a child and there was something special in your eye. We found you sleeping lightly on the only blanket you'd ever known. We gathered you up, your blanket and all. Then we took you home and bathed you in our sink. We sang songs to you until you grew tired and more full of sleep than we had ever seen inside of anyone. Off to bed with you, and so it was that away you went. The winsome chatter of dreaming nearly filled your ruddy cheeks. While your eye-bones were already dim, sitting on top of their deep sea of sleep. Goodbye is what we said to you, closing the door quietly behind us. "Tomorrow will do nicely, that's when we shall gorge upon its pitiful youngling flesh,&