Thousand: Four Hundred Seven

nudge into his shoe. It tickled but it wasn’t uncomfortable. There was plenty of room. “I’m getting out,” crooned the sky boy in the earth boy’s ear. “I’m getting out,” agreed the earth boy, wanting to giggle, “the ice cream.” “Aye aye aye yeah yeah yesk reeeeeeeeemmmm!” they sang together, using one tongue, one strong throat. One boy dropped from the tree’s lowest limb, wearing the earth boy’s clothes. And bounced. Oh he could bounce right back up to heaven, couldn’t he! But he didn’t. He did a little spin, arms out, eyes closed, the soft earth obligingly holding each