tell us another story br said a little girl at the whip end of the last one br on her skates letting go to go palms into a very soft night br and so I swung one and all once again br this time into a tale of hiding in the leaves from raindrops br of a widower who made peace with birds and such br and then of some long life building a farm on a mountain br until I heard all four breathings br rose returned peered out at a rumbling shower br and said good night to the mountainbr br Edward Wright Hailebr br