After he’d had a rough week, they’d send him to bed early to get extra rest. But they were all rough weeks for Thomas. The bullies at school were relentless. Night was his only refuge from their taunts.
Sometimes, his mother saw him staring at the moon, especially if it was big outside his window. She thought he liked its dreaminess. He never told her he was looking at the little man in the branches who would talk to him about his new life in a distant land, where neither bullies nor parents who couldn’t stop them would bother him again.