"I have a secret," she said.One of Rooster Girl's classmates stepped tentatively towards me after-school on the playground.
"You do?" I said. "What is it?"
She glanced furtively to her left, then to her right and stepped closer to me. Taking me into her confidence, she whispered,
"It's about alligators," she told me conspiratorially.
"What about alligators?" I asked.
"Alligators swim... in WATER."I regarded her mop of curly, locks, her apple rose cheeks, her three year old innocence.
"They do," I said.
"I don't think it's a secret though," I added
"Why not?" she asked me.
"Well, most people know that alligators swim in water."
"Oh," she said in her smallest, saddest voice.
She wandered away with her gaze downcast and her enthusiasm dampened.
I hung my head.