they come?" Flim the Goose asked Fire the Goat.
"Do you ask me because you wish me to tell you?" asked Fire the Goat.
"Indeed it is a question to which I want an honest answer."
"Has never the father or mother nor the uncle or aunt nor the kith and kin of Flim the Goose told him the what and the which of this?"
"Never has the such of this which been put here this way to me by anybody."
Flim the Goose held up his fingers and said, "I don't talk to you with my fingers crossed."
And so Fire the Goat began to explain to Flim the Goose all about the show, the hippodrome, the mastodonic cyclopean spectacle which was passing on the east sky in front of the sun coming up.
"People say they are shadows," began Fire the Goat. "That is a name, a word, a little cough and a couple of syllables.
