What I see is this kid remembering the animals wanting things in his garden. I see the animals in their warm homes while animals outside quiver in a blanket of darkness and lost hope trying to get out. Their sitting in the dark alone their wondering are they going to make it till morning alone. The boy is wondering are animals coming back or run away and not go back home. The animals are trying not to get lost in a blanket of darkness and not get sucked up. The boy waits crying because he too gets stuck in a cloud of darkness. THE END.
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