the day draws towards it’s end and the weight of reality begins to fall heavier and heavier with the dipping light. on the horizon they see the ships sailing back home and they have no idea how to stop the inevitable. but they are clever and brave and wild and they look to one another in silence thinking of a way out.“let’s run away.”“yes! but where?”as the night continues to seep into the shadowed and dark places they hear many wild sounds begin to rise behind them.“into the woods.”“we’ll never survive.”barely a whisper, but a reckless hope has been given life.“maybe, but we’ll be together.”“yes, we’ll be together.”and so 2 tiny hands clasp as 2 tinies rise to their feet and contently, confidently walk into the darkening woods, smiles uncontained and wild.