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A little boy sat down daintily, chalk held firmly between his thick fingers. His stare was intense as it inspected the textured pavement. It was getting late. The sun hung low on the horizon and crimson streaks polluted the clouds and sky. Stars and a mustard-colored moon were becoming apparent. The street was quiet except for the consistent sound of steps that were nonchalantly drawing nearer. Daniel began to delicately draw a picture of a warped bee. One hand supported his weight on the warm sidewalk while the other put as much pressure as he could muster into filling in the wobbly-lined image.

Suddenly he shot into the air. The chalk fell from his grasp and broke. He bit his tongue in surprise and gave an abrupt cry, but soon he found immense delight in observing world from such a high perspective. A large (at least, in comparison to little Danny) person had slipped their hands under his armpits and drew him up into their arms. They walked for a while, Daniel happily surveying the world with inquisitive eyes and a swiveling head. He didn't ask questions. He didn't feel the inclination too, but he was glad someone took the time to spend a little quality time with him especially in this manner. Wow! Everything looked so tiny! It began to get darker, the streetlights flared into function.

They came to a fence. Daniel grappled for it with his fingers and his caterer gently asked, "Would you like to climb to the top of the world?" Daniel let a splinter of giggles pour gaily from his mouth, the wide-set grin on his face exposing nub-like teeth and a little plump, red tongue. His eyes had shrunk into crescents in his delight as he continued to grope. "Okay, here you go." Hereupon Daniel was lifted so that his reaching arms extended past the top of the fence and the person brought him down sharply. Pain jolted through Danny, his upper arms were caught between the posts and he hadn't the strength to pull himself out of the predicament. He flailed and kicked, but every time he did he felt his skin abrasively tear or pull against the stained wood. Screams tore from his throat followed up by grunts of exertion and gulping sobs.

Daniel's head lashed right and left, feral eyes searching. Where did they go? Where? What was happening? Why did they leave him like this?

Running feet, wild eyes, a couple new people. They looked at Daniel only momentarily before hoisting him up so that the weight of his body didn't hang by the poor flesh of his arm. The pain, so suddenly released, gave the strawberry-blonde boy an overwhelming sense of relief and subconscious gratitude for his saviors. They took him out of the situation with as much caution as they could muster. Hiccupping sobs still barreled from his throat but he looked significantly calmer and once set onto the ground he wrapped his heavily bruised arms around the closest leg available and buried his damp face into their trousers.

Someone who he didn't know had been cruel to him, but with child naivety he felt no resentment to people in general. He held no reserve and instantly clung onto the next anonymous person he could find. Had it been the same person who had put him into that situation he may've even clung on with the same frantic urgency. The consistency of a very young child's trust is remarkably similar to that of many animals. This was an example of personifying animal cruelty to make a point.