Thousand: Three Hundred Ninety-Nine

finger. “When I get to heaven, first thing I’ll do,” he hummed to himself, “get me a horn and blow f’rol’ blue.” He drew one way up around, yup, then if you cross over and, uh huh, supposing a ledge were just there. The boy had closed one eye, the better to sight along his finger, his tongue protruding just a bit as he concentrated. Something stirred behind his finger. He moved it. A foot. There was a foot right above the tip of the highest twig. The big toe of the foot was touching the twig. The twig was