on a space ship. Defense of those claims got him a bloody nose and more ridicule. The restless boy's busy toes loosened a clod of dirt and it splashed into the creek. For that, the old man slapped him hard sending him tumbling into the water. He dogpaddled to the bank and grabbed the tree roots to pull himself up. "You ruin't the fishin', boy!" As the child smoothed the water out of his hair and clothes a sudden thought stilled his hands. "What would happen if you fell in, Grandpa?" "Oh, it'd be like I fell on the ground. I might bruise myself a little." "You wouldn't sink like everybody else?" "Shore not! Ain't I told you I've put the eye on the water? It cain't hurt me none." The boy lost interest in his wet clothes, fascinated by this new claim. The old man struggled to his feet facing the water; the can of leftover worms in one hand and his cane pole in the other "Why do you always throw away the worms we have left, Granpa?" "They aint worth totin' back." Tottering on the edge he held the can out as far as his arm could reach and turned the can upside down to shake it. At last, he thought of a way to prove his grandfather‘s claims. His quick shove sent the old man face down into the creek; he sank without a sound or a struggle. The boy lay on his belly and stared down at the indifferent water a long time. He didn‘t hear the rumble of thunder or notice when the sun dulled and died. As the first drops pelted him, he got to his feet. Tears joined the rain on his cheeks and his hands clenched into fists. "Liar, liar,‖ he screamed down to the deaf water. ~~~
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He lies who says he never lies where faithful men have never lain, For he laid down his flowery words when she lay down in conjugation’s loss. Now, woman, lie in loss, lay up some dreams for compensation. Think not he lied to you, for he has never lied to those with whom he’s lain. Or did he lie when she was laid?
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