Dear Son’s Dream
[As told to his Mother, long ago.]
We were playing in the front yard of our house only it was a different house. It was black and it was across the street from a factory.
The factory made big donuts that rolled after us. They were big, big, up to my forehead. They rolled across the street at us. Brother and Brother climbed a tree to get away and they wanted me to climb up, too, but I stayed down.
And every time a donut came rolling up I grabbed it and put it in a bag. And I bagged donuts and bagged donuts while Brother and Brother stayed up in the tree.
They were scared, but I bagged them all. They were even too scared to come down after the donuts stopped coming so I had to eat them all by myself.
The factory made little round waffles, too, but they didn’t roll because their waffle-bumps stopped them.