| There was a tinkling of winterbells, and then a ding. |
| A door opened and she came out. |
| Wow, what was that? |
| He smiled a small smile through bloody lips |
| and a lacerated cheek, |
| raising himself despite bruised ribs, |
| and said, (with soft eyes) |
| it always makes a beautiful sound, |
| when somebody slips and hits the rungs on the way down |
| of a ladder. |