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mother.
    â€œJoel!” Gail shouted, thinking this was ridiculous, everyone shouting for everyone else.
    The lowing sound came from a long way off. It was mournful and soft.
    â€œGive him back,” Gail whispered. “Please give him back.”
    Heather ran through the mist. She was up on the embankment, not down on the sand, where the water was still piling in, one heavy, cold wave after another. Then Gail’s mother was there too, looking down at her.
    â€œSweetie,” Gail’s mother said, her face pale and drawn with alarm. “Come up here, sweetie. Come up here to Mother.”
    Gail heard her but didn’t climb the embankment. Something washed in on the water and caught on her foot. It was Heather’s drawing pad, open to one of her ponies. It was a green pony, with a rainbow stripe across it and red hoofs. It was as green as a Christmas tree. Gail didn’t know why Heather was always drawing horses that looked so unhorselike, horses that couldn’t be. They were like double negatives, those horses, like dinosaurs, a possibility that canceled itself out in the moment it was expressed.
    She fetched the drawing pad out of the water and looked at the green pony with a kind of ringing sickness in her, a feeling like she wanted to throw up. She ripped the pony out and crushed it and threw it into the water. She ripped some other ponies out and threw them too, and the crushed balls of paper bobbed and floated around her ankles. No one told her to stop, and Heather did not complain when Gail let the pad fall out of her hands and back into the lake.
    Gail looked out at the water, wanting to hear it again, that soft foghorn sound, and she did, but it was inside her this time, the sound was down deep inside her, a long wordless cry for things that weren’t never going to happen.

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    This book is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents, and dialogue are drawn from the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
    B Y THE SILVER WATER OF LAKE CHAMPLAIN . Copyright © 2012 Joe Hill. All rights reserved under International and Pan-American Copyright Conventions. By payment of the required fees, you have been granted the nonexclusive, nontransferable right to access and read the text of this e-book on-screen. No part of this text may be reproduced, transmitted, downloaded, decompiled, reverse-engineered, or stored in or introduced into any information storage and retrieval system, in any form or by any means, whether electronic or mechanical, now known of hereinafter invented, without the express written permission of HarperCollins e-books.
    â€œBy the Silver Waters of Lake Champlain” originally appeared in Shadow Show: All-New Stories in Celebration of Ray Bradbury , July 2012, published by William Morrow Paperbacks.
    ISBN: 978-0-06-2122681
    EPub Edition April 2014 ISBN 9780062359551
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    â€œIntroduction” by Sam Weller and Mort Castle. Copyright © 2012 by Sam Weller and Mort Castle.
    â€œA Second Homecoming” by Ray Bradbury. Copyright © 2012 by Ray Bradbury.
    â€œThe Man Who Forgot Ray Bradbury” and “About ‘The Man Who Forgot Ray Bradbury’” by Neil Gaiman. Copyright © 2012 by Neil Gaiman.
    â€œHeadlife” and “About ‘Headlife’” by Margaret Atwood. Copyright © 2012 by O.W. Toad Ltd.
    â€œHeavy” and “About ‘Heavy’” by Jay Bonansinga. Copyright © 2012 by Jay Bonansinga.
    â€œThe Girl in the Funeral Parlor” and “About ‘The Girl in the Funeral Parlor’” by Sam Weller. Copyright © 2012 by Sam Weller.
    â€œThe Companions” and “About ‘The Companions’” by David Morrell. Copyright © 2012 by David Morrell.
    â€œThe Exchange” and “About ‘The