The man, passing along the south side of Georgia Street looked wistfully at the place where the fountain he had know all his life had been. What had once been a carved masterpiece of twin granite stones, displaying Dana, the Earth Goddess holding her cup, a timeles sword in one stone, which at night gave off magic and haunting images in the sprays of water that played over them in bold colors of blue, red, and yellow. Now all that was left was a pile of gravel.
He turned, and walked on, thinking .... "now that cheap, amateurish, corny piece of trash is finally outta there!! muahaha ngii hahahahahaha!! Good Riddance, baby!"

