Before I tell you of the man who lives in the garage next door I must be allowed to speak of the miniature rocking horse. The trouble you see began with this miniature rocking horse. Its body is white. Its mane is black. Its saddle a curious shade of orange. Let’s say for instance a gentleman in a suit is going door to door with a clipboard in hand making inquiries regarding the color of saddles. Vermillion is the color of this saddle I would tell this gentleman.
From Little Patuxent Review Issue 19: Myth. Available for purchase here.