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           ThemooncameovertheedgeofthelakeandlookeduponGreenTown,Illinois,andsawitallandshoweditall,everyhouse,everytree,everyprehistoric-rememberingdogtwitchinginhissimpledreams.

           Anditseemedthatthehigherthemoonthenearerandlouderandclearerthevoicethatwassinging.

           AndDouglasturnedinhisfeverandsighed.

           Perhapsitwasanhourbeforethemoonspilledallitslightupontheworld,perhapsless.Butthevoicewasnearernowandasoundlikethebeatingofaheartwhichwasreallythemotionofahorse’shoofsonthebrickstreetsmuffledbythehotthickfoliageofthetrees.

           Andtherewasanothersoundlikeadoorslowlyopeningorclosing,squeaking,squealingsoftlyfromtimetotime.Thesoundofawagon.

           AnddownthestreetinthelightoftherisenmooncamethehorsepullingthewagonandthewagonridingtheleanbodyofMr.Jonaseasyandcasualonthehighseat.Heworehishatasifhewerestilloutunderthesummersunandhemovedhishandsonoccasiontoripplethereinslikeaflowofwaterontheairabovethehorse’sback.VeryslowlythewagonmoveddownthestreetwithMr.Jonassinging,andinhissleepDouglasseemedforamomenttostopbreathingandlisten.

           "Air,air...whowillbuythisair...Airlikewaterandairlikeice...buyitonceandyou’llbuyittwice...here’stheAprilair...here’sanautumnbreeze...here’spapayawindfromtheAntilles...Air,air,sweetpickledair...fair...rare...fromeverywhere...