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"Care for a story?" said the little boy.
"I will tell you a story about a little boy. It is not very long, but if you want to stop the story at any time all you have to say is 'pardon me, my elephant is raining' and I will stop.
"Are you ready?
"A little boy walks down a tree-lined street. Stores of various sorts pass by as he walks. He spots a barber shop and enters. As he stands at the door, he sees a business man getting his hair cut by a man holding scissors. The business man talks:
'Well, I don't know, the slides seem a little wobbly for those kids. Kids are getting fatter these days.'
'Yes, I agree,' says the barber. He takes the scissors from the man and begins repairing the business man's hair. He uses a comb to help.
'Do you have any kids?' asks the business man, unperturbed by the strange man that was just cutting his hair. The strange man walks to the other side of the narrow shop to inspect his reflection in a large mirror. Suddenly all three realize they are being watched. Slowly they turn their heads, in unison, to look at the child staring at them from the doorway.
"'Lastimar apero corazon mi mama Ion,' the boy said, in a slightly Peruvian accent. He then collapsed, and as his little cabeza was falling to the floor, his brain was falling to a dream.
"Now I will tell you what he dreamed," said the first little boy, who began this story. "He dreamed of an overcast sky, swirls of light and dark clouds, a small drop falling here and here, and a large bird very high up, flying. First it glides for a time, then flaps for a time, then glides again.
"My story ends here. Good night barber, good night business man," he said, then walked out the door onto a tree-lined street.
"I will tell you a story about a little boy. It is not very long, but if you want to stop the story at any time all you have to say is 'pardon me, my elephant is raining' and I will stop.
"Are you ready?
"A little boy walks down a tree-lined street. Stores of various sorts pass by as he walks. He spots a barber shop and enters. As he stands at the door, he sees a business man getting his hair cut by a man holding scissors. The business man talks:
'Well, I don't know, the slides seem a little wobbly for those kids. Kids are getting fatter these days.'
'Yes, I agree,' says the barber. He takes the scissors from the man and begins repairing the business man's hair. He uses a comb to help.
'Do you have any kids?' asks the business man, unperturbed by the strange man that was just cutting his hair. The strange man walks to the other side of the narrow shop to inspect his reflection in a large mirror. Suddenly all three realize they are being watched. Slowly they turn their heads, in unison, to look at the child staring at them from the doorway.
"'Lastimar apero corazon mi mama Ion,' the boy said, in a slightly Peruvian accent. He then collapsed, and as his little cabeza was falling to the floor, his brain was falling to a dream.
"Now I will tell you what he dreamed," said the first little boy, who began this story. "He dreamed of an overcast sky, swirls of light and dark clouds, a small drop falling here and here, and a large bird very high up, flying. First it glides for a time, then flaps for a time, then glides again.
"My story ends here. Good night barber, good night business man," he said, then walked out the door onto a tree-lined street.