![]() She would try very hard not to think of it, but sometimes, as now, it would be forced upon her. Just go out, like the flame of a candle, and no use protesting. Winnie blinked, and all at once her mind was drowned with understanding of what he was saying.įor she-yes, even she-would go out of the world willy-nilly someday. If we didn't move it out ourself, it would stay here forever, trying to get loose, but stuck.Īnd everywhere around us, things is moving and growing and changing.Īnd after that, moving on to make room for the new children." "It goes on," Tuck repeated, "to the ocean. The water slipped past it, out between clumps of reeds and brambles, and gurgled down a narrow bed, over stones and pebbles, foaming a little, moving swiftly now after its slow trip between the pond's wide banks.Īnd, farther down, Winnie could see that it hurried into a curve, around a leaning willow, and disappeared. The rowboat had drifted at last to the end of the pond, but now its bow bumped into the rotting branches of a fallen tree that thrust thick fingers into the water.Īnd though the current pulled at it, dragging its stern sidewise, the boat was wedged and could not follow. The frogs is part of it, and the bugs, and the fish, and the wood thrush, too.Īlways coming in new, always growing and changing, and always moving on. The sun sucks some of it up right out of the ocean and carries it back in clouds, and then it rains, and the rain falls into the stream, and the stream keeps moving on, taking it all back again.Įverything's a wheel, turning and turning, never stopping. The voice of a different frog, hoarser and not so deep, croaked from the nearest bank. In the fading light, the trees along the banks were slowly losing their dimensions, flattening into silhouettes clipped from black paper and pasted to the paling sky. The bullfrog spoke again, and from behind them, far back in some reedy, secret place, another bullfrog answered. This water, you look out at it every morning, and it looks the same, but it ain't.Īll night long it's been moving, coming in through the stream back there to the west, slipping out through the stream down east here, always quiet, always new, moving on.Īnd sometimes the wind makes it look like it's going the other way.Īlways moving on, and someday, after a long while, it comes to the ocean." Moving, growing, changing, never the same two minutes together. "Know what that is, all around us, Winnie?" said Tuck, his voice low. The silver notes were pure and clear and lovely. It was so quiet that Winnie almost jumped when the bullfrog spoke again.Īnd then, from the tall pines and birches that ringed the pond, a wood thrush caroled. ![]() The rowboat slowed and began to drift gently toward the farthest end of the pond. "Best time of all for fishing," he said, "when they come up to feed." Here and there the still surface of the water dimpled, and bright rings spread noiselessly and vanished.Īnd Winnie, looking down, saw hosts of tiny insects skittering and skating on the surface. ![]() The rowboat slipped from the bank then, silently, and glided out, tall water grasses whispering away from its sides, releasing it. Tuck climbed in, too, pushing off, and, settling the oars into their locks, dipped them into the silty bottom in one strong pull. The hard heels of her buttoned boots made a hollow banging sound against its wet boards, loud in the warm and breathless quiet.Īcross the pond a bullfrog spoke a deep note of warning. Winnie, newly brave with her thoughts of being rescued, climbed boldly into the rowboat. The sun was dropping fast now, a soft red sliding egg yolk, and already to the east there was a darkening to purple. Movie Quote Database with Video Clips | API | About Us | Privacy Policy | Terms & Conditions | Sitemap | DMCA | infoclip.cafe | 1337 LLC, Charlestown,NevisĪll movie names, images, videos are registered trademarks and/or copyrights of their respective holders | Site is protected by reCAPTCHA.The sky was a ragged blaze of red and pink and orange, and its double trembled on the surface of the pond like color spilled from a paintbox. 01:10 Do you remember when I told you that I was 104 years old 00:05 I will love you 00:04 Spend forever with me 00:19 An hour can seem an eternity 00:31 The Eiffel Tower 00:14 There's no chance of that 00:08 I will love you until the day I die 00:11 If there's one thing I've learned about people 00:13 What we Tucks have 00:08 You must suffer to be beautiful 00:15 Just to spend one more night with you 00:35 Every time I look at you 00:26 It's best you turn around and go home 00:29 You're bank robbers 00:53 Winnie Foster was beginning to lose track of time 00:16 But it it's part of the wheel 00:08 This isn't fair 00:10 You speak blasphemy 01:11 652 stairs to the top 00:05 You're as cozy as barbed wire ![]()
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