Kids Hide

I was reminded today of a little girl, no more that four or five, who caused an bit of a stir in her neighborhood once. 

You see, she was tired. She found a nice bag of potting soil and placed her head upon it. She curled up outside.  The birds chirped around her.  The breeze gently rocked the blanket above her.  The sunshine warmed the little fort room she had found.  She slept.

Outside her mother searched frantically.  Neighbor doors were knocked.  Men began to search the street.  They called out for her.  Too much time passed.  After awhile they feared the worst.

Then someone went through the backyard one more time.  Someone with a mind like a child.  He, too, saw the fort and lifted the blanket to looked under the jungle gym.

He reached in and woke a girl who only knew that she was sleepy.