Spring '09 TOC
Frog lived at the bottom of a well. It was cool and damp, and rent controlled. He’d been born there, home-schooled. He had satellite, a thousand and one channels on clear nights.
The well was close to public transportation. Migrant birds often perched on the well ledge. “Come watch Animal Planet,” Frog would call up to them. “ESPN2? Weather Channel? NHK? Sabado Mundial?”
The birds always answered, “Gotta fly. Eat the rich.” Frog bought a de-scrambler, but he never could find those programs.
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