Mole-men stuck their heads out of their holes early saturday. There was a lighthouse that had gotten stuck in one of the trees. The lighthouse was red, with a white stripe around the middle. The bravest mole-man climbed the tree & stuck his head in the window. Inside were two people who missed each other. One was on one side of a mirror & the other was on the other side. They did not speak his language & so the mole-man came & comforted one, & then moved to the other. One of them was crying big crocodile tears & her tears turned into gold on her cheeks, & there was a steady rhythm of tear-thumps as they hit the ground. The other was crying tiny hospitals from one eye, & even tinier ambulances from the other. Rrraaaaooooorrraaaooo. The ambulances drove down her cheek, lights flashing, desperately looking for their hospitals. One by one they met up on the floor, in the space between the lighthouse-dweller's spread legs. Just in time, the brave mole-man whispered to himself over & over, just in time.