“The Reaping” / A Memorable Fancy #193

We work hard growing our crops. We raise our children to be good farmers. But every reaping-time a giant hand appears in the sky. It gathers our fruits and grains and leaves us only a little to glean. This has happened over and over as long as anyone can remember. We plot how to stop this irruption, but have not succeeded. Every year after harvest the giant hand sprinkles seed. A few of us will survive to tend next year’s crops.

 

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