"Parting the wind as she ran, Azalea turned on Hobble Street, tripped on her untied shoelace and fell in a pool of October rain. A bosomy red gush drowned the cap of her knee. It was as bright as her rainbow-red sneakers, her reveling mood! Azalea reached in to touch the river that was flooding out of her. A warmness filled her as she scooped out fishes! Magic, thought Azalea. What joy! She reached in to scoop out a fishtail and pulled out a yellow...