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The Changeling

Russell Edson

  A man had a son who was an anvil. And then sometimes 
he was an automobile tire.
  I do wish you would sit still, said the father.
  Sometimes his son was a rock.
  I realize that you have quite lost boundary, where no 
excess seems excessive, nor to where poverty roots hunger to 
need. But should you allow time to embrace you to its bosom 
of dust, that velvet sleep, then were you served even beyond 
your need; and desire in sate was properly spilling from its 
borders, said the father. 
  Then his son became the corner of a room.
  Don't don't, cried the father.
  And then his son became a floorboard.
  Don't don't, the moon falls there and curdles your wits into 
the grain of the wood, cried the father.
  What shall I do? screamed his son.
  Sit until time embraces you into the bosom of its velvet 
quiet, cried the father.
  Like this? Cried his son as his son became dust.
  Ah, that is more pleasant, and speaks well of him, who 
having required much in his neglect of proper choice, turns 
now, on good advice, to a more advantageous social stance, 
said the father. 

  But then his son became his father.
  Behold, the son is become as one of us, said the father.
  His son said, behold, the son is become as one of us.
  Will you stop repeating me, screamed the father.
  Will you stop repeating me, screamed his son.
  Oh well, I suppose imitation is the sincerest form of 
flattery, sighed the father.
  Oh well, I suppose imitation is the sincerest form of 
flattery, sighed his son. 

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