SWINGING AND SWINGING

In the slightest, but not the least viable piece of this author's offbeat fluff, ""A girl was sitting on a swing, just swinging, when suddenly (new page) a cloud fell on her head!"" And the cloud, which DiGrazia pictures as a sort of fuzzy dumpling with a face, is soon joined by the sun and the moon (both also white) --all just resting, and begging a ride. Before long a shower of stars flashes down to play, and there they go, back and forth, faster and higher, the girl with the cloud, sun and moon on her head, ""swinging and swinging and swinging and swinging and swinging"" against a deep blue sky--until she gets sleepy and sends them off. And a sendoff to sleep is what this might be--wispy, but lulling if you'll swing along.