9903. ALL OF THE FIELD

ALL OF THE FIELD

All of the field is open now, and the

tall grasses grow. Like the grasslands

we read about in old books of kindred

geography : all those wheat fields and 

breadbaskets of old. Thank God we've

not yet paved the world. The world where

lions can graze and the zebras roam; where

cattle and camels can clamor, for whatever

is they clamor for. More space? Maybe.

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I'm even now hoping the ivory trade is done:

elephants and all the tusks they bring, inhabiting

another world of size and taste and habit.

We really must leave it be. What does the

elephant think of when he thinks of Evil?

God lord, I hope not me.