[ Perhaps Hugh himself is included in this number? ]
So then...
A long time ago, in a world far away from here, there was a group of children. Though they were different, they were inseparable; one was a scaredy cat, one was grumpy, one was kind, one was timid, and one went along just to hold onto their hands. It was a group of four boys and one girl. They were of the age where gender hardly mattered, that golden time when children just want to play together and explore.
All but one of the children, that is. You see, the kind child was something of an old soul, and he looked at the girl, the one who always held his hand as not simply a friend but a lifelong companion. He may not have had the words for it yet, but he considered her to be his wife. And the girl, well she was alright with this arrangement as long as she wasn't alone. The kind boy had even gifted her a ring made of a four leaf clover that she proudly wore all day until disintegrated; plants you see, make poor material for lifelong vows.
Together, in groups, in pairs, the children played and played until one fateful summer day. It was a school trip out into a forest and a lake, teeming with creatures though none more dangerous than the errant bee. But the group of children were determined to go off on their own adventure, and they found themselves at the lake. None of them could really swim, but if they just splashed in the waves it didn't really matter.
Or so they thought.
Even the most grizzly ocean explorer can misjudge the power of the tide, and in no time flat what was once safe, was suddenly too deep for them to stand. All but the girl and the scaredy cat were able to make it back to shore. The kind boy knew what he had to do.
[ A pause here for breath and also reaction. Unfortunately, this story may be a tragedy, or perhaps it's just one right now. Time is weird like that. ]
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[ Perhaps Hugh himself is included in this number? ]
So then...
A long time ago, in a world far away from here, there was a group of children. Though they were different, they were inseparable; one was a scaredy cat, one was grumpy, one was kind, one was timid, and one went along just to hold onto their hands. It was a group of four boys and one girl. They were of the age where gender hardly mattered, that golden time when children just want to play together and explore.
All but one of the children, that is. You see, the kind child was something of an old soul, and he looked at the girl, the one who always held his hand as not simply a friend but a lifelong companion. He may not have had the words for it yet, but he considered her to be his wife. And the girl, well she was alright with this arrangement as long as she wasn't alone. The kind boy had even gifted her a ring made of a four leaf clover that she proudly wore all day until disintegrated; plants you see, make poor material for lifelong vows.
Together, in groups, in pairs, the children played and played until one fateful summer day. It was a school trip out into a forest and a lake, teeming with creatures though none more dangerous than the errant bee. But the group of children were determined to go off on their own adventure, and they found themselves at the lake. None of them could really swim, but if they just splashed in the waves it didn't really matter.
Or so they thought.
Even the most grizzly ocean explorer can misjudge the power of the tide, and in no time flat what was once safe, was suddenly too deep for them to stand. All but the girl and the scaredy cat were able to make it back to shore. The kind boy knew what he had to do.
[ A pause here for breath and also reaction. Unfortunately, this story may be a tragedy, or perhaps it's just one right now. Time is weird like that. ]