If Heroes Suffered the Gaffes of Growing Old

The full moon illuminates the hero as he leaps from rock to rock in his yard’s frog pond in his quest to save his daughter’s dolly from the evils of the night’s water. After leaping a dozen, a baker’s dozen in fact, he stops and stands heroically. Truthfully, ‘lukewarmly’ would be a better fit… He positions his hands on his hip for an imaginary audience. Our hero looks prosaic. That’s until the rains come.

He can feel his joints stiffen with each raindrop. His costume now is visible in a dissimilar light; he flees back into his house.