Thousand: Four Hundred One

The boy watched a face come down from the cloud, lowering toward the finger. It was a boy’s face. The turned up little nose touched the twig and the hand whipped away, both arms spreading wide in a grand Ta Dah! “Wow,” said the boy. He wanted to applaud. So he did. The boy from the sky grinned, grabbed the twig in both fists and swung into the tree. Down he scrambled. As he got to where the boy from the earth was sitting, the boy from the sky swirled around the trunk and seemed to disappear. The boy from