The darkness was nearly upon them as they raced through the dense shrubbery.
Faster and faster their legs moved over the rough terrain trying desperately to escape.
The call of their pursuer was unmistakeable.
It yelled to them, beckoned to them, and the sound frightened them.
Tired and scared, they hid in the thick brush hoping she would not find them.
Convinced they would die if they were found, the children tried to remain very quiet.
But it didn't take long for them to be discovered.
"Sally! Harold! I thought I told you two not to play ball in the house. You broke my favorite vase."
"Sorry, Mom," they said in unison.
"So, you're not going to kill us?" asked Sally.
"Going to... NO! Why would you ever think that?" They shrugged.
"I love you kids. I would never intentionally harm you. Now come inside and wash up for dinner."
"Okay," they said quick to obey.
But in the back of their minds, they knew that their troubles were far from over.
For the time of punishment was close at hand.