In
a
forgotten
p
l
a
y
g
r
o
u
n
d
,
a
boy
f o u n d
r
e
f
u
g
e
in
a
w o r n
book.
T h e
s
t
a
r
s
and
p
l
a
n
e
t
s
w i t h i n its
p
a
g
e
s
were his
f
r
i
e
n
d
s
and
c
o
m
p
a
n
i
o
n
s
in the
adventures
that
filled
his
m
i
n
d
.
The
q
u
i
e
t
was a
c
o
m
f
o
r
t
i
n
g
b
l
a
n
k
e
t
,
w
r
a
p
p
e
d
a
r
o
u
n
d
him
by the
s
o
f
t
h
u
m
of
the
w
i
n
d
and
the
g
e
n
t
l
e
s
w
a
y
of
t
r
e
e
s
.
As he
l
o
s
t
h
i
m
s
e
l
f
inside the
p
a
g
e
s
of
the
book,
the
p
l
a
y
g
r
o
u
n
d
a
r
o
u
n
d
him
seemed
to
g
r
o
w
m o r e
s
i
g
n
i
f
i
c
a
n
t
.
It
was
almost
as
though
the
crumbling
s
t
r
u
c
t
u
r
e
s
,
with
their
faded
c
o
l
o
r
s
a n d
rusty
c
h
a
i
n
s
,
held a
s
e
c
r
e
t
w
a
i
t
i
n
g
to be
u
n
c
o
v
e
r
e
d
.
T h e
a
i
r
was
thick
with the
s
c
e
n
t
of
d
e
c
a
y
and
f
o
r
g
o
t
t
e
n
m
e
m
o
r
i
e
s
,
and
t
h
e
boy's
h
e
a
r
t
a
c
h
e
d
w i t h a
l
o
n
g
i
n
g
t o
k
n
o
w
m
o
r
e
.