And so he lay, quietly, in what was in fact a wooden cage
While his father had been rakingleaves outside, making rhythmic WHUSH-WHUSH noises as he created evenly-spaced, identically-sized piles, and while his mother had lain on he couch Resting (as he had learned to call her increasingly prolonged periods of inactivity), the autumnal tableau had been punctuated by a thud, loud weeping, the thunder of adult feet […]
A Character's Destiny 
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