There once was a boy who lost his name. He always kept it safely in his right pocket. His mother had once told him to be very careful not to lose it because things would go bad if he did. The boy knew to obey his mother and promised he would take good care of it. But as time went by, the boy would forget the name he held in his pocket.
That fateful day the boy was playing in his forest. The high trees used to be his playground, the green leaves his playmates. But that was yesterday. Today he did not see the trees as his playground nor did he see the leaves as his playmates. Today he broke the trees and burnt the leaves. He had forgotten how to play righfully. The way he used to.
Suddenly the sun disappeared and the cold rain began to fall. The boy began to run away from the rain but he fell. Lying on the ground he felt the big raindrops fall heavily on his back. He could not stand up. The trees didn’t care about him anymore and the leaves would not play with him. Terrified he ins