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the sun.<br />

Near nap time, when the sun had drained the energy<br />

out of all the older people of the neighborhood, they sent<br />

the children to fish at the hole. Both they and the children<br />

knew there were no fish in the hole, but the children still sat<br />

around the brim as quiet as mice with an incredible surge of<br />

patience that kept them quiet so as not to disturb the fish.<br />

One hundred kids accidentally clicking their sticks together<br />

trying to hold them still. The shade of the buildings by that<br />

time of the day hid the kids from the sun. The parents lay<br />

in their beds with their windows open, and like fish they<br />

were lulled to sleep by the quiet noise of sticks quietly<br />

clicking.<br />

Thirsty birds would fly to the hole to bathe and drink.<br />

Thirsty neighborhood cats and dogs that traveled in packs<br />

afraid of children came out of the alleys at night to drink<br />

and rest while the neighborhood went into their apartments<br />

for dinner. The quiet street and the hole slept in the<br />

company of lazy animals under a sunset wind that smelled<br />

like autumn. After dinner, everyone went for one last<br />

nightswim and as a consequence, they began to notice the<br />

stars of the sky again. They reinvented constellations and<br />

astronomy and some made telescopes. They sat out by the<br />

swimming hole, wiping the filth off the sky with their<br />

sweaters, searching the sky for the late summer planets.<br />

They began to understand the cruelty of light pollution and<br />

would tum off all their lights and kept their heads turned,<br />

pretending to be preoccupied in some deep conversation<br />

about galaxies and nebulas, while the children played with<br />

slingshots under the street lamps. When all the lights on the<br />

block had been accidentally shot out, and night had cast<br />

itself over the swimming hole and the attentive<br />

neighborhood population, the stars would shine as bright<br />

as they do in the middle of the ocean.<br />

Nobody remembered the first day of school that year<br />

and they were all at the swimming hole when the bell rang.<br />

Everyone rushed away in panic, grabbing books and<br />

pencils.<br />

The monster had been gone a long time now. Old men<br />

and women with no jobs watered their plants and stared<br />

out their windows at the lonely water hole that was left for

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