We were just playing outside. We were just running through the tall grass and playing tag until our legs got tired. But then the sun started to get sleepy, and the houses started to look like tiny gray boxes, and we decided we didn't want to go back for dinner. y/n, Oliver, Maya, and Leo have officially run away. We crossed the old broken fence into the big, deep woods where the trees have mossy faces and the foxes wear crowns made of buttercups. This is a story about being a kid of whimsy.