Simon Gatterly bought a large house on the corner of Plimpton Road and Lake Street. It was a new home on the edge of town. Behind it was a wide field that ran to a forest.
One day while sitting on his back deck watching the sun come down, an old man came out of the forest and made his way through the long yellow grass. The man came up to the back fence, climbed over it and walked up to Simon. Simon sat quietly as the old man approached.
“Hello,” Simon said.
“Hello,” replied the old man and kept walking up the back steps and into the house.
Simon stood up and went after him. “He must be lost,” he said to himself as he followed the old man into the house.
Simon looked about for him but he had disappeared. He looked in his bedroom to see if the…
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