Rosy Puck

Mom took Puck to the park that bright, warm morning, to join the Englishs and Linnea, who had spent the night with Eleda the previous night. He stuffed himself full of green grapes, ran around with the other kids, and came home to crash in a warm nap with a tumble of blankets.
When he woke, he had slept so soundly the blanket had printed patterns all over his face, arms, and legs.
That afternoon, some clouds rolled in while Linnea, who had just returned from several hours of play at Gretyl’s house, and Puck stacked towers of dark dirt balls at the end of the driveway under the old oak tree. They dug small holes together, and buried Puck’s feet under the dirt.
That evening, before cracking into his midterms, OLeif joined some pals from work at the movies while a very rosy-from-sun Puck ran around their little house playing with his push-and-pulls while his creamed pumpkin appetizer warmed on the stove.