Amelia was only five years old, but she had known about justice since the first day she could remember. Although she may have grasped the concept of justice well, her small mind still didn't quite have a grasp on the rest of the world. Her father took it upon himself to make sure that everyday she learned something new.

Today's lesson; danger.

"Danger," he began, "..is something very bad!", he shook a a fist at the air and made an angry face to demonstrate.

Amelia, sitting in a chair across from his pacing, happily nodded to show her understanding.

"Danger is anything that could hurt you,", he thought for a moment, "...like a villian, or a high place, if you're not careful!"

She nodded again.

"So, you understand?" Phil smiled.

"Yes, daddy!", she jumped up and ran out of the room.

Phil was puzzled by his daughter's behavior, but shrugged it off. She was a very energetic little girl and.. his thoughts stopped as soon as he heard one of the gardener's cries for help.

Phil dashed across the room, almost hanging out of the window he could see something. He squinted his eyes and yelled, "Amelia?!"

"Look, daddy!", she smiled as she swayed back and fourth, trying to keep her balance on the top of the gate, "...I found danger!"