The Fool
Innocence, new beginnings, free spirit

The small boy pulls on the wooden boards, but he is not strong enough to move them.  He frowns as he considers things.  His mother had once needed to remove some siding from the house, and she used a hammer to do so.  Nodding to himself, he goes into the garage and retrieves the tool.  He uses the claws to pry the boards loose from the bottom of the old shed.

A girl, so pale that her bones are visible through her translucent skin, pulls herself out through the opening.

“Now,” she says with a wicked smile, “let’s go play.”