there walks a furry yellow bear, its generous clawed paw, soft as a potholder grasps the little fingers of a fair haired boy, who lifts his knees to his chest as he steps over the tall grass. the sweet monster effortlessly lifts the boy onto his shoulders, and the sun hits danny's striped shirt (labeled with a sharpie on the inside, that bleeds through the fabric). It is a blissful chilly day, the smell of fall blackberries and change floats about them. Even the cities can feel it, even the sidewalk and asphalt know that the leaves change. The boy grasps the thick fur between the pair of small horns with both hands, and looks down, as they bumble along, his feet bumping softly against roger's chest with every heavy step. it grows darker and the sky melts like crayons and the wind breathes more audibly through the leaves, sleepy at the end of the day. the chill air makes the bear's fur stand on end, and he lowers Danny to the ground.