The Little Beast

 Once there was a little beast who had been betrayed. Cruel friends had said crueler things and made him an outcast.

    Poor beast thought he had lost all the fun. All the games. All the light and good things.

    And so, he turned to embrace dark things. In a literal kind of way.

    No longer did he play in the daytime.

    No longer did he wake and eat and chat with those he once called friends by the light of the sun. 

    He shuffled along in the night, alone and bare and wanting.

    Except, one cannot go along into the dark of night forever, because not all nights are dark. And one night, the little beast met the moon. The moon was wild and crazy and fun, and set out little tasks for the beast to do in her sweet light. Gathering water touched by moonlight. Plucking apples from the trees, so much sweeter for having ripened away from sight. Dancing on a hill top in a very silly way, so that the moon might chuckle and pat the little beast on the head, and call him a tiny darling thing.

    Night creatures tend toward night when the day has nothing for them, and have a hard time finding each other. But not the little beast. The little beast had the moon for a friend, and when the moon is your friend, you are sure to bring such light to dark places. That was how the night creatures found the little beast.

    And to this day their revels are wild and crazy and fun atop the night-cloaked hills.

    If you're lonely, you can find them.

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