The Moon shone bright on the night of The Taking. All was calm, most was bright. The greedy lake, the one on the horizon, just over the big hill, you know the one. It was quiet and still. It's the only lake that wears the moon anymore, you know. I think the lake stole it, that greedy lake over the hill. I think the lake took the moon away. In the mighty earthquake it took the moon right out of the sky, keeping it for itself, that selfish, good-for-nothin' lake. I miss the moon. It's gone, you know.
Isaac Grant over 4 years ago
I should add that.