Happy, as he threw the stones into the pond… he watched the ripples extend in all directions
The family was spread around this millpond on its banks, each and every member confined to their own particular and lonely spot.
The ripples reached all of them, as it may, as they spread out to tickle not only Magnifico’s quick fancy, for they stretched out even more, to impact the far shores of his mother’s most fantastic imagination.
For her, the dreams of her son living in faraway places, a shiftless vagabond, risking his life to entertain the crowds of unknown strangers were utterly unbearable. Waking from those nights without end, for that’s what they consisted of, she would go downstairs to start the day, waiting fully stocked with chores. Always loving, she tried to hide her fears, but of course, deep down inside, it would take a long while before her everyday harmony was reestablished.