The child hid behind a large tree, yet she knew it was a worthless pursuit; no matter where she hid, he would know. Eventually the child stuck her small leg from behind the tree. As her leg came into view, the man at the far end of the park raised his eyes. He took in her view, glaring at her small legs. He had seen them many times before, yet even now he gave a knowing smile.
Cautiously the child walked across a patch of grass and sat across from the man. He had been sitting almost motionless on the grass for what seemed like ages. Around his knees grew all kinds of plants, and at the touch of his hand they blossomed. "Why do you sit here and do nothing?" asked the child, her eyes glancing down at the man's knee. "Is that really what you came to ask?"
"Well, no. I just wanted to ask -"
The man raised his hand, and immediately the child's voice fell. "I know what you ask"
"How old is the earth?" inquired the child, her eyes remaining on the man's knee. "It is old, yet young. Time means nothing to me." The man slowly lowered his hand and began to caress the child's small legs, which were inches from his knee.
"But Jesus, how old is it really?"
"That is for me to know, Cloud" said the man, as his fingers began to creep closer to the end of the child's dress.