WhiteBear
Jedi Master
A small, warm cottage lie on the edge of a forest, dark and dangerous. Night falls, and the porch light comes on, brightly illuminating the back yard. Wolves and weasels slink into the treeline, growling and hissing at the light, angry at their sudden exposure. From somewhere, a group of raccoons nears the porch, stopping to paw at the light, but they are distracted by the delicious aroma rising from the trash cans outside the back door, and spend the night playing in the garbage bins, glutting themselves on rotting leftovers. Moths and beetles come...a few at first, then more and more, bashing themselves mindlessly against the light, not knowing what it meant, just knowing that they were being drawn irresistibly towards it.
Earlier that day, a group of children had awakened deep in the woods, not knowing how or when they had gotten there. Blinking sleepily, they looked around...any direction looked as good as the next, there were many small paths, animal trails, they could follow to try to escape the woods. They argued among themselves which was the best one to take. In the heat of their argument, they failed to notice that it was getting darker, their voices were getting louder and more hysterical, and the wolves in the forest heard them, and came as the sun set. The children ran through the woods, wolves at their heels, their numbers thinning as they were dragged down, one by one.
The children see a light through the trees and run towards it. They break through the treeline into the cottage's backyard, panting and bleeding. The raccoons look up from their meal, then look away, disinterested. The wolves do not pursue them into the light. The children climb the steps to the back door and hesitantly knock...the door opens, and they go inside.
I was one of those children...thank you for turning on the porch light, without even knowing I was in the woods.
Earlier that day, a group of children had awakened deep in the woods, not knowing how or when they had gotten there. Blinking sleepily, they looked around...any direction looked as good as the next, there were many small paths, animal trails, they could follow to try to escape the woods. They argued among themselves which was the best one to take. In the heat of their argument, they failed to notice that it was getting darker, their voices were getting louder and more hysterical, and the wolves in the forest heard them, and came as the sun set. The children ran through the woods, wolves at their heels, their numbers thinning as they were dragged down, one by one.
The children see a light through the trees and run towards it. They break through the treeline into the cottage's backyard, panting and bleeding. The raccoons look up from their meal, then look away, disinterested. The wolves do not pursue them into the light. The children climb the steps to the back door and hesitantly knock...the door opens, and they go inside.
I was one of those children...thank you for turning on the porch light, without even knowing I was in the woods.
