A Dangerous toy He slumps over in the muddy clearing, using a tree's trunk as back support. He lifts his hands to his face in disgrace, wiping the few tears that fall.'What have I done?' 'What being could forgive a monster?' 'Who is strong enough to stand up for a devilish creature?' Thoughts of torture endlessly circle through his head as he tries to catch his breath. His own death flashes before his eyes. The vicious yelling of a crowd, a mob, is heard in the distance. With little relief given to the creature's body he rises and starts into the forest. His feet work as one to escape. The leaves rustle, the mud flies. The sound of the barbarians' an