There she was again, around the bushes once more, and then back to the other children.

He carried her in his arms; she was as light as a feather. Nobody noticed him; the trees were leafless, but they were densely packed. The surprise when he lifted her up and carried her off. Is this really me doing this? His hand placed so gently over her mouth. It all went so quickly. There’s the car. You can drive in and park here, but nobody ever thinks of doing that. Probably think it’s not possible, or not allowed.

This is just something I draped over here. Let’s lift it up and go into the tent. Yes, this is a tent. Let’s pretend!

We’ve got a radio. Listen, the nice man’s saying something. Did you hear that? They’re going to play some music.

Now, let’s see what we’ve got here. You can take whatever you like. There’s lots of interesting things here.

What lovely hair you have! What’s your name? You don’t know? Yeees, of course you do!

This is Bill. That’s his name. Bill. Billy Boy. He can fly. See that? Fly fly fly.

Ellen? Is your name Ellen? That’s a lovely name. A splendid name. Do you know what my mom was called? No, how could you know that?

What do you think, wasn’t it a marvelous name, my mom’s?

Have some more. Take the whole bag.

He… he… here it co-co-co-co-comes…

He moved his hand lightly over the girl’s head. Her hair was like the down on a baby bird, a little fledgling whose heart you could feel beating when you touched it. He’d felt that once on a little bird that was even smaller than Bill. He was just as small as a bird too, in those days.

He touched her again. The man on the radio was saying something. He found it difficult to breathe, rolled down the window, and found some air he could breathe. He touched the girl again, that down, all those tiny bones. She said something.