saturday 12 october 02002 8:52am
mandy and aidan

her son is three. one day, she said, they found a dead bird in the yard. under a tree. she thought that perhaps it had flown into the tree, or taken ill and fallen out of the tree. not long after, her son was outside playing with a big jug, an old three-gallon jug. he put a lot of sand in it, then water. in the morning a chipmunk was in the jug, too, drowned. then their friend’s dog ran out to the highway. no one’s dog had ever gone all the way to the highway before, but this one did. the dog was hit by a car and died. her son, she said, woke one morning and suggested brightly “let’s go outside and see what’s dead!”