• the fog riased from the lake early that morning
    and by the shore under a tree stood a man
    he was fairly old and wrinkled
    sniffing the morning air by his side a dog
    a boat aproched and a deep voice said to the old man
    "come with me, it may be your last chance"
    the old man steped into the boat gracefuly
    they departed from the shore and dissapeared inot the fog