George faced Rockefeller Center and wondered at the statue of Hercules holding the world. How could anyone hold the world on his shoulders? He must be very strong, George thought, and asked his mother about how someone could get strong enough to hold the whole world.
“It’s a metaphor, Darling,” his mother answered.
George looked at his mother, confused, but didn’t want to ask what a metaphor was. He didn’t know why, but thought that he’d better not ask. Maybe one day he’d be big enough to know those big words too.
He let his mother lead him away.
“It’s a metaphor, Darling,” his mother answered.
George looked at his mother, confused, but didn’t want to ask what a metaphor was. He didn’t know why, but thought that he’d better not ask. Maybe one day he’d be big enough to know those big words too.
He let his mother lead him away.
