Standing on tiptoes, his fingers digging into the rough edges, the little boy strains to see over the top of the jagged rock fence. Throughout his life, he has heard stories of the creatures that exist just beyond the boundaries of his neatly manicured lawn. Magical creatures with golden manes and wings the size of parachutes. Scary creatures with venom in their eyes and fire in their bellies. A fantastical world that defies the greatest hopes of his imagination. He has planned for this day, the day when dreams become reality and he is whisked away to a land of great adventure. Where he will be king of the world. An icon of strength. A leader of peace and salvation. He will have a pet monkey and call mermaids his playmates. He will fight dragons (but will not kill them because after all, he comes forth with an idealogy of non-violence). He strains a little harder to see over the fence...almost...almost...uh oh...he's losing his footing...he feels his body crumble to the ground. Damn. Tomorrow, he'll bring another step.
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