We didn’t decide anything.
But somehow it happened.
Monday, 3 December 2012
Most curious to know more of this Sandman and his particular connection
with children, I at last asked the old woman who looked after my
youngest sister what sort of man he was. 'Eh, Natty,' said she, 'don't
you know that yet? He is a wicked man, who comes to children when they
won't go to bed, and throws a handful of sand into their eyes, so that
they start out bleeding from their heads. He puts their eyes in a bag
and carries them to the crescent moon to feed his own children, who sit
in the nest up there. They have crooked beaks like owls so that they can
pick up the eyes of naughty human children.'