Little Johnny Frankenstein lived in the tool shed at the end of the subway line. Most nights he sat in his shed and listened to the coming and going of the rail cars and the noises of the maintenance men as they went about their work.
On stormy nights, Johnny would take out his silver kite with the golden string and fly it high up through the hole in the roof of the subway station. Up and up his kite would fly, up past the tree lined street, up past the apartment buildings and tenements, up and up, higher than the tallest building in the heart of the city.
When the storm raged, Johnny’s kite would be tossed about in the wind. But the silver kite was strong and the golden string unbreakable.The kite would dance in the blackened sky and bolts of lightening flash onto it’s shiny metallic surface and shoot down along the golden string and through the the bolts in Johnny’s neck.
After the storm was over Johnny would reel in his kite and walk out onto the tracks. Kneeling down, he would place his hands on the third rail and all the electricity stored in Johnny’s body would surge out of his hand, down the rail and into the reserve batteries at the end of the roadhouse.
This kept Johnny well grounded and riding the subway free of charge.