A giant shadow of a man moved over the town. Nobody could see where it came from, but it wilted all of the flowers it touched. These are dark times, the old men on rocking chairs kept repeating. Their sisters with their hands in their aprons said, O you bullies, what have you done this time? Get in here and help with supper. Time to get those geese that went over Niagara out of the cellar. Then a shadow hand made as if to slap them.
Meanwhile, it grew dimmer and dimmer. Even the with such sharp knives, life was a struggle.
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