A Modern Moral Fairy Tale
So the bottom half of the ravine was a placid lake—but the sheer
absence of dirt or metals or anything else of value had allowed the water
to grow very clear. On clear days, you could see straight to the bottom of
the ravine, where salmon the size of double decker London buses swam lazily
over green tinged river rocks, which actually easily outmatched the tallest
New York skyscrapers. On cloudy days, you could see nothing, not even the
edge of the ravine, which is why this story has so few children in it.