Thousand: Four Hundred Four

press themselves against the bars. The sky boy sniffed the earth boy’s ear, which brought on another shiver. He laid his fingers on the earth boy’s hair, spread it, and sniffed the scalp. “What are you doing?” asked the earth boy. Then the sky boy began to crowd onto the earth boy’s branch. “Hey! Hey! I’m falling off!” But he wasn’t. The sky boy was under him, wrapping the earth boy in his arms and whispering into his hair. “I’m falling falling falling.” It was like a song. “I’m falling falling falling,” the earth boy sang along. They lay together