Now the Putrid Pauper walks along a desolate pavement but on either sides are trees so green they seem fake. He pauses a moment to catch his breath by the river bank, yes I did not mention it just now but he is, so he is at the river bank, catching his breath. Now just by the river bank he is resting he sees a small girl sitting there and staring out at the river. He follows the gaze to find himself staring at fishes dotted almost along the shore at the opposite side of the river. Behind and above the river are dandelions and primroses dancing in the weak wind. Far up high in the sky is the evening sun which emits a majestic yellow light which seems to swallow the shadow he can only see at night. The heat is not unbearable but rather quite pleasant. He begins to feel happy and sing. Then the small girl turns to him and says, "Isn't this a beautiful sight?" "Yes it is" "I know, I always sit here" "But why? Don't you have anything else to do?&qu
