"You there! What are you doing in my compost heap?" There's never any honest answer to such questions, not at age nine, not when the truth is more embarrassing than a lie, particularly not when the old lady's glasses-magnified eyes were that huge and that impaling blue...
"The Boy in the Compost,"
Sketch: Vol. 35
, Article 14.
Available at: https://lib.dr.iastate.edu/sketch/vol35/iss3/14