A Banker and His Money

A little girl sat on her porch and watched the waning sun play over the fields behind her house.  She wanted the fields and hills and trees to be for her, but she didn’t want to leave her porch seat.  She sat and watched as the sun disappeared behind the hill and the world went into night.  She sat and stirred her now cold porridge and thought about how tomorrow she would go and explore the whole of what she saw.  It would be hers, it would be like the porridge.  She might even get her mother to take a picture for her, or make it easier for her to go out and make the whole of the yard her own.  Tonight, though, she stayed on her porch with her cold porridge and watched the night go on.  It was beautiful, and she decided she wanted to savor her cold porridge, so she ate slowly.

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