The first figure the newspaper reporter approached listened to the
questions in surprise. Then he answered: "Well I dunno. I just came into
the park and lay down." The second figure looked blank and shook its head.
The reporter tried a third. The third figure grinned and answered: "Oh,
well, nothing much to do and the grass rests you a bit."
The reporter kept on for a few minutes, asking his questions and getting
answers that didn't quite mean anything. Then he grew tired of the job and
returned to his original place on the grass and lay down again and stared
up into the colors of the sky. After a half-hour, during which he had
thought of nothing in particular, he arose, shook his legs free of dirt
and grass and walked away. As he walked he looked at the figures that
remained. The arc lamps on the park shafts and on the Greek-like fountain
were popping on and the avenue was lighting up like a theater with the
footlights going on.
"Funny about them," the newspaper reporter thought, eyeing the figures as
he moved away; "they lie there on their backs all in the same position,
all looking at the same clouds. So they must all be thinking thoughts
about the same thing. Let's see; what was I thinking about? Nothing,"
An excited light came suddenly into the newspaper reporter's eyes.
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