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In the forest

I watched, waiting in the shade of a large oak tree. The children made such horrible screeching noises, the young ones always did, too excited to keep their voices at a respectable level. The adults attempted to hush them as they herded them past the tree. Daylight was fading fast and they had lingered too long before deciding to leave, unaware of the creatures that would soon emerge from their slumber to hunt. One of the adults raised their voice and I could hear the panicked urgency in their tone as they again urged the youngsters to be quiet. This time, whatever was said, must have registered as silence fell over the group.