So alone… so cold… Will that light never stop? It hurts me. Don-don’t shout so, why is everything really loud? I can hear them; they are coming. The torches are so bright, why do they have them? There is already a lot of moonlight. Oh it burns; like a frosted cold. Cold doesn’t burn… I can’t understand any of this. The men are coming are they looking for me? Not meant to be here; I’m lost please come and get me. I’m scared… where is my family? Why am I in these woods? Mama told me to never come here; she said bad things live in the woods.
I want my Mama. I know she can’t be far. Must go to my Mama and have her here. Want Mama’s arms to hold me; want Mama’s arms to warm me… Mama… Mama… please come here, please hold me. Keep me warm and safe. I love my Mama she takes care of me. Feeds me and holds me. My Mama, so warm, and she smells’ so good that it hurts my tummy. My tummy hurts Mama please feed me? Don’t scream so Mama you must provide for me. Mama… Mama… why are you bleeding? Mama… Mama… now the men are screaming. Tummy hurts Mama, and the light is making me cold. But your blood is warm Mama, and the moonlight is beginning to grow. Its quite pretty Mama, just like you. I’m going to go play Mama, and I shall come back for you.