the stranger could not get the butterflies back in the black box, so he started on down the road.
the night was dark.
after he had gone a little way, he turned and looked back at the old house.
all the windows in the house were dark.
there was no sign of the old woman.
or of the young woman.
if only, the stranger thought, i had been nicer to the old woman.
and if only the young woman had been nicer to me.
and if only the butterflies had not escaped!
he went on for another little way and then turned and looked back again.
the house was still there and the windows were still dark.
he started walking again.
after a while he could no longer see the house.
but he knew it was still there.
the moral of the story is:
never look back at the old house.
it is still there.
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