arthur ran.
he ran down the empty streets past the houses and trees and cars and liquor stores and candy stores and beauty shops.
where were all his dreams now?
he ran past the last beauty parlor and across the deserted interstate highway and into the woods.
he ran through the woods until he came to a country road.
when he entered the country road he stopped to catch his breath.
he started walking down the road.
to the crossroads.
mother goose and mother fast and mother loose had little stands set up at three of the four corners of the crossroads.
mother goose told fortunes and read palms.
mother fast sold watermelons and apples.
mother loose sold home made pies, apple and blueberry and pumpkin pies.
guinevere had a little stand on the fourth corner. she sold lemonade by the glass, but it was pretty obvious what she was really selling.
i am sorry to see you come to this pass, guinevere, arthur said.
i am sorry you had to run all that way, arthur, guinevere replied.
it started to rain.
it rained and rained and rained.
the roads and the crossroads became flooded, and the ladies’ tables started to float way.
i wonder who will save us? mother goose said.
jonah will come along with his whale, said mother fast.
noah will come along with his ark, said mother loose.
ugh! said guinevere. with a lot of smelly animals.
arthur knew that no one would save them.
but he was too much of a gentleman to say so.
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