Little Allen said I've become somewhat frightening now, with eyes as cold as the beasts in the jungle, and the few playmates I used to have in the village are gradually distancing themselves.
I don't know what happened.
I want to go back.
But I can't control it.
Later, on a certain bright moonlit night, I had a dream.
In the dream, I seemed to become a tiny black bear the size of a cat, running freely in the woods, catching a few birds and squirrels to eat when hungry, digging a hole in a tree to suck honey when thirsty, and finding a corner beside a tree root to nap when tired.
All the pain and torment during this time seemed to be alleviated in this short dream.
Then, I woke up.
I've never had the habit of sleepwalking, but when I opened my eyes that morning, I had already arrived at the entrance of the village.
I suddenly sensed that something was wrong.
What hung high in the sky was not the rising sun, but a full, clear Silver Moon.
