The Morning
“Do you know,” he said, “I almost believe you. You’re so sincere. It’s ruined, though, by your history, our history. You’re a liar, a terrible thing to be really. I can’t believe you, and you can’t even believe yourself, if you’re wise.” He stared into the mirror, “but maybe you’re a fool.”
The Joke
“We sent him home,” the man asserted, tired of repeating himself.
“Where is he?” asked the father.
“We sent him home,” the worker said.
“Where is my son?”
“He’s home, old man. Seek him in the house.”
The father shivered. “I’ll not venture in there.”
The Evening
“We found him by a little pool, mother. A little, muddy pool. Come, let’s clean him up.”
They washed his face with warm rags.
“Oh,” she sighed once the mud was removed. “It’s not him. It’s just a frog.”
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