The moon came out and saved me. My stone-covered face was turned the wrong way to see it appear, but its silver light made shadows out of the grass all around me, so sharp that they looked like a new kind of grass I could touch if I could move.


    Somewhere back in the woods, our woods, with the right colored leaves and the safe high branches and the hot springs, Moonie would be singing to it. Maybe her song was what convinced the moon to protect me. I didn’t know any other reason it would have to look until it found me all the way out there.


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    It shined on me all night. I heard things moving in the far-off grass, but none ever came close to me. The moon kept them away.