Old One
I have lived in Central Park for fifty years. I was born here, in a den beneath the roots of an old oak tree near the reservoir. My mother taught me how to find food—how to rummage through trash cans without making noise, how to cross the streets when the lights changed, how to avoid the dogs. I learned everything she taught me, and then I learned more on my own. People call me Old One now. Not...
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