The forest was dark when it came to this section of woods and shrubs that defended it against the light from without. It never grew warm or bright, just dark and dreary for as far back as memory served. On a special day a small shadow peered from around a tree within this section of forest and giggled. It was trollish in stature, but elfish in appearance with pointy ears and a pointy hat, of which only the silhouette could be seen. The small creature frolicked in the dark and dreary woods without a care in the world. It wasn't known what IT was, but it was known IT was there among the willow trees and majestic oaks. Slowly at first, but daring towards end, IT slipped out into the brightness of day and flinched from the light. IT slowly opened its eyes and stared at the fields of swaying greens and browns on the ground, and swift moving whites on blue high above. It felt fear rush up its spine. IT had lived so long under the thick canopy of forest, protected from Sun and Moon and stars alike, that IT didn't know what the emptiness was, only that it wasn't the closeness of trees shrouding him in motherly concealment. IT shuddered and scurried for the safety of the forest and cried for the light to die out, but it never did. It was said that IT returned to the forest, wounded and defeated by the light, but still others said that the section of woods and shrubs was never as dark and dreary as they had remembered before, and as memory served, they could recall a soft giggle coming from behind those willow trees and majestic oaks.