An elderly woman and her little grandson, whose face was sprinkled with bright freckles, spent the day at the zoo. Lots of children were waiting in line to get their cheeks painted by a local artist who was decorating them with tiger paws. Embarrassed, the little boy dropped his head. His grandmother knelt down next to him. I love your freckles.
Freckles are beautiful.
Why just name me one thing that's prettier than freckles. The little boy thought for a moment, peered intensely into his grandma's face, and softly whispered, Wrinkles. A young man asked an old rich man how he made his money. The depth of the Great Depression. I was down to my last nickel.