Once when we were on a bus between some cities we discussed the things  that happened in their early years. Their youngest time was spent alone  while living with an uncle only half remaining from a foreign war. His  upper half was wel enough, but in the pants between his cuffs where his  zipper stopped, his legs were gone. And so he rolled around on wheels,  self sufficient in a peeling little house he could not paint again. But it  was spotless to the point of two feet above the floor and warmth was in  his laugh and in his smiling face. The people that they met were few and  might have been disturbed by two who looked so strange, but they were not  aware. For living with their stumpy uncle, who was unconcerned and  rumpled, made them see things differently. They thought that we were put  together randomly, just like the weather, with no uniformity in mind. But  that vision only lasted for a while until he passed away and they were  sent off to a home. The children there did not have parents, were all  alike and always staring, as they sat on chairs above the ground. So they  cried and then with drew fromhose that shouted, laughed and who were mean  because of suffering inside. Once alone they heard some children shouting  that a car had killed one of their pets out in the road ahead. As they  approached the fallen body, blood appeared and then they saw a leg that  had been torn away somehow. So they kneeled upon the ground and lifted up  the leg they found and wedged it gently just below the spot where both  their shoulders joined together. Then the sun, which had been setting,  winked and for a moment all was dark. And when the sun returned above  them, no one laughed and made fun of them, for the dog was licking at the  joint, barking loud and resurrected and causing them to be respected by  those who had avoided them before.  --------------------------------------------------------------------------