Chapter 12

We laughed at them; we’d steal the towels they used as capes and break the sticks that they called swords. And that was on days when we were being lazy. Truth be told, however, there wasn’t one of us three who didn’t secretly envy their ability to escape.

They never ran when they saw us, because by then there was no point. They did, however, do their best not to let us catch them by surprise. They watched, they posted sentries; they tried to know where we were and what we were doing. They were like mice in the grass or birds in the trees, and when the call went around that we were on the hunt, they would slink away into undergrowth, or jump into higher branches to wait out our retreat.

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