It was getting dark now, and the moon had risen, and I saw a wise old owl sitting in a tree. So I throttled back my eight powerful Weed Eaters and spoke to the owl, saying, “How’s by you, boychick?”
And then I looked closely and saw that it wasn’t a wise old owl at all; it was Philip Johnson out hunting for new clients, by the light of the moon. So I congratulated him on all his great and tall new buildings, and we gazed together at the glowing tower of the city, all the great and tall new buildings glowing like the wondrous towers of Oz, we looked at them and were content.
