In the suburban bungalow, Professor Dodge sat by the bed, reading a story from a magazine.
"... And so, they cast the statue of the Happy Prince into the furnace to melt, and the mayor even held a meeting to decide what to do with the metals.
"'We need to cast another statue,' he said, 'and it must be my own likeness.'
'It should be mine!' each council member clamored, and they began to argue amongst themselves.
Meanwhile, the foreman at the foundry was astonished by something: 'It's strange, the broken lead heart inside the statue won't melt; we can only throw it away.'
So they threw away the broken heart of the Happy Prince into the trash heap, and the body of the swallow was discarded there as well,"
Professor Dodge finished reading and raised his face with the book in hand: "The story ends here."
"This issue of the Watcher has a splendid story as well," said the sheepdog lying on the bed, Tony Dodge, in a peculiar voice.
