Naming the Monster-In-Training
Oh! The creature in yesterday's post -- the one with the wing, the tooth, etc. -- his name is Master Rub. And he wears the digs of a Dickensian street urchin. And a watch chain but no watch. And carries -- always -- in his right pocket a blue stone lifted -- innocently -- from a friend, and he rubs said stone to remember that the wind changes and sometimes carries the dust away from your eyes.