Tomorrow when the farm boys find thisfreak of nature, they will wrap his bodyin newspaper and carry him to the museum.But tonight he is alive and in the northfield with his mother. It is a perfectsummer evening: the moon rising overthe orchard, the wind in the grass. Andas he stares into the sky, there aretwice as many stars as usual.
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