They're out playing again. They always like to play. Never take anything seriously, that seems to be their motto. Lucky them.
They like to play games with me. Tig, most often. I go chasing and chasing, all to no avail. Hide and seek is even more popular with them though. It wears me out yet I can't stop playing.
Sometimes, of course, I try to ignore them and get down to business. Like today. I've turned my back firmly on them. They can call and call if they want but I don't want a piece of them. They can rot away, they can go to hell. Just as long as they leave me alone.
But that's just it. They never do. They'll go into hiding and then suddenly rush out and almost trip me up. Or at other times, like today, they'll scurry out and sit round me in a ring, looking up eagerly, expectantly, un-ignorably.
Dammit, dreams just won't grow up.