Mistakes e our careful planning. I am troubled to t, unes and errors t led to  t by tended any ters not at all. e are responsible for our actions, even eps ted or neglected. In retrospect, pero tc, and innocently tucked Igel under t alone to play for  a time. e could  and sent in a cion by er. ill believes in t old myt did not o end in sucbreaking way.

    Oscar Love came out to play on a June evening, dressed in blue ss and a s ing across t.  caked bet in t felt like crying to attract o t a menagerie of sounds: a puppy, a meten, birds in distress, a  notice of our imitations. Luco all t, ead t ended to be Santa Claus. Stumped, o sing, and tely folloo t. As long as tinued,  its source, dazed by curiosity. In my , I kne t tales should be, bound for an unhappy ending.

    rees by a creek, to tood on ter and tones, and o weep.

    quot;Look at ; Luc; one of us to become a c;

    quot; do you mean, ;

    quot;Look in s as if  really all t;

    I studied tacuation. ood motionless, o ter, as if stunned by ion. A  and took tontail flas Oscar stood impassive and entranced and did not react until t o o cover ackling o t ferocity.  disappeared in teeture not been explained before ticular, relis, pinning to to muffle o rail, Igel led us all back to camp.

    Years later, Co me  of to model ures to matc Igel let tcely, aunted tied Oscar to a tree and removed tc t yet fixed on ormentors. Igel tortured o a replica. I could not bear t stomacilage, ted beree and stay