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On the second day of my leaving my home, I wander toward Britain swamp careful not to disturb the attention of the many beast that threaten within this place. Soon, I discover I have travelled so far from home, and not even the waves of the Loch Lake can I hear beating against the shore.

From the day before is still the memory of the cackling in the distant. I so much want to discover the origin of this laughter. Before long I have the answer, and I lay on my stomach to await the approach of this disturbance.

Peering from behind the bush, I lay still, quiet, breathing ever so lightly, as before me comes the disturbance. It is the gargoyle, tall, naked, and so gay in his prance about the forest. I was at first frightened, so horrible the tales had I heard about the creature. I did not move at all, remaining so quiet and still, as if the very ground below me swallow me whole. I was as the grass about me.

He looked my way, and I believed he saw, looking my way. His head turn this way, and his eyes look upon my direction. Yet he did not move or act, not did I. He sniffed upon the air, as if sensing something was not where it should be. Yet, he did not act. Only he looked again in my direction. I wanted to tremble, but dare not, believing even this would bring to me his attentions.

For a moment I close my eyes. When I open them again slowly, I saw him still in the clearing before me, staring. He grumbled, then looked away. Only then did I realize, why.

Beside me was the white wolf. As yesterday, I did not turn. I saw him in the corner of my eye, and dare not move. The wolf, sitting on the back leg, had drawn the gaze of the gargoyle, his smell and sight covering me. Unmoving, the wolf but stare at the gargoyle, as if in solemn challenge, as if to say, "...this is my place. Come get it if you will. Or leave in peace instead so that both may live." With that the gargoyle prance away, laughing, flapping the wing, and enjoying his forest.

The wolf then stroll away, without regard to me. I did not follow, let alone leave my place of safety and comfort upon the ground. So sheltered did I feel even here, as if home. Perhaps, in fear and confusion, I was frozen and unable to move. I am not sure.

All that I do know, is here in this place, north and west of the swamp of Britain, I left home for the second time. Here, along the forests and its creatures, I was slowly discovering myself as possessing courage. For courage is not, as my father says, without cost. You are courageous when you do something that you would normally not do under other circumstance, when something tells you it is safer to do otherwise. Also, I learn something about the creatures of the forests. Only in fear, do we fear them. That is to say, not knowing them, are they to be threatening. For the gargoyle, though the story is so terrifying in my childhood, dances among the forest trees, as if to his own song. He is naked, with wing, and seemingly so happy. What is it of this beast that posseses us with loathing and terror. What it must be, the life, to be like the gargoyle, dancing naked, with wings to fly, laughing about the day, to his own song, caring not for what most of the people so often worry.

Also, I am left still, to this day, wondering of the white wolf, and his second coming to my place in the forest. Indeed, he did save me. Surely, had he not come, covering with his sight as he sat beside my place in the bramble, marking my place with his own scent on the wind, I would have had the most horrible of experience on my second day away from my home. Without the slightest regard, caring not about the other creatures seemingly so menacing, he stood his ground, assisting the other, who so easily he could have forsaken and pass by.

In this spirit, I Cricket, decided that one day, if ever I was powerful, I would act the same. It was a child's wish, for on that second day, I was not strong, and I could not help anyone. Or so I believed. The white wolf, though not as powerful as the gargoyle, perhaps, showed me that no matter what your place in the life, you can reach above and beyond that which you are and care for the other, even as the poorest of man or woman, can still help even the more poor.

On my second day from the home, I learn this. Since my second day from the home, I cherish this. On this day, I remember.
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