The three friends liked to play magical hide and seek in the forest. They were thrilled by the secretiveness and the excitement. Their blood raced when they chased each other, and especially when they imagined that something was chasing them. With every step they took, a new adventure was invented and so they ran headlong into new ones all day long.
In play, their whispers always started off quiet and controlled, but the more they played, the noise level of their exchanges would build until it was as high as their excitement. Soon enough they’d end up shouting their whispered secrets. If they became loud enough, their shouts and giggles might startle a gaggle of geese up into their air from their hiding place in the rushes near the water.
The sounds of the rush of the wind through their wings and the cries of the geese precipitated the precise moment that time stood still. The three friends would look at each other and freeze in glee and shock, with their hands over their mouths. The gasps and giggles that were trapped behind their fingers would then stay silent the rest of the afternoon. It was as if the three needed to come up against the barrier of having gone too far, and then they had no problem at all keeping perfectly quiet for the rest of the day.
And so they played, on and on, all day until sunset. Hour by hour new mysteries and adventures unfolded for the three. They knew that what they experienced was special but they never dared to question what made the day so magical, or how each new adventure renewed itself. They continued on with complete faith and the games were good. Always good.
And when the play was nearly done, they longed to lie upon the cool soft moist cushiony floor of moss, and look up at a sunlit dappled sky whilst being completely hidden from view. They were enchanted by the idea of never being discovered, and being always, completely free.
The closest they ever got to figuring out the magic was this simple thought: The key to unlocking the mysteries of play lies in breaking the rules and trusting that nothing will be ever damaged.
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