Merlin- age 5
"Slow down!" the boy's mother called after her son, who was gleefully scrambling over tree roots and boulders faster than she could keep up. Paying no attention, he continued racing through the trees until he stumbled over a log and face planted in the moss. "Merlin, are you alright?" Hunith called, rushing over, "I told you to slow down!"
"I'm okay!" Merlin grinned, popping back up. "And look! I found a book!"
Hunith turned to look at what he was holding, and sure enough he held an odd, leather bound book. "What was this doing in the woods?" she wondered aloud, flipping it open. To her surprise, the pages were blank.
Merlin pulled at her arm, "Mum, can I see? Let me see." When she relented, kneeling down, he furrowed his eyebrows, "Where are the words?"
"I don't know, it's blank. But more importantly, it's getting dark and we need to be getting back to town." Hunith shrugged, picking the protesting boy up and walking back at a much more reasonable pace than Merlin's mad dashing.