He built a bridge once. There was a bridge, it spanned from one bridge to another bridge. And then there were many bridges. Too many bridges. I tried to count the bridges, but they were many. I ran out of numbers. The numbers stop at nine. The bridges crossed bridges, and the bridges themselves built new bridges. Griswald McBiswald smiled. No one could see him. The bridges danced together, and when they dance the crow called. The crow could not build bridges. Nor could he fly over them. The crow could not fly, because the crow was not a very good crow. I have never seen a dolphin. ~Jerai