Like little children in the dark. Just after the lights go out. The storm brings them to tears. Crying about their foolish worries about the dark. Just after the lights go on, so brave. No longer needing comfort, they cling to their story books, ammo of corks and plastic pump guns. Kick off the covers. Jump bravely about. A little capitalist lays himself down to sleep. To dream of Reagan ‘n Rand, CATO ‘n ….. He does not need you now, but will again. many times his paper boat sinks.