Into the woods, the children went on, looking for a clear path. Finding nothing but thick branches and weed patches, they grew tired.
“Why did I have to be born a fox?” cried Aubrey.
“Now that’s silly talk! We can’t change because they don’t like us,” her brother comforted.
Sniffling, Aubrey wondered about his words.
“You don’t want to change?” she muttered.
the light in the woods