Deborah Treisman was only 11 years old when she sent her first story to The New Yorker magazine. The New Yorker pays the highest amount to the stories it published. The story was rejected. In 22 years Deborah became the editor of Fiction in the same magazine that rejected her story. I thought of Neyamukil when I read this. She is only 9 years old and has written a poem under the title AUTUMN. It goes like this. If I were a creature, That ate the ground, I would devour the road as chips As I ride on my cycle. Autumn