And on summer nights, after the young stones are asleep, the elders
turn to a serious and frightening subject — the moon, which is alwaysspoken of in whispers. “See how it glows and whips across the sky, alwayschanging its shape,” one says. And another says, “Feel how it pullsat us, urging us to follow.” And a third whispers,“It is a stone gone mad.” —Richard Shelton
