...And like silent clockwork, the nocturnal gaslights flickered to sleep. All but one. The flame in this stalwart Lamp had the mysterious ability to burn longer and brighter than the rest for an extra hour. And every week- there was little Carol, sneaking way from the sleeping parents to catch it all. 'Dadduh is laughing more and Ma-ma is singing.", whispered her tinyness. "I think they are't as scared of the 'Wolves' you talked about." The crickets quieted. "Anyway Grompa, I just wanted to tell you that. And...I hope you don't mind- I drew in your old field book..." and somewhere, a Corvus bird squawked, what sounded to Carol like,' AW'RITE'.