It wasn't pretty. There were bones and ashes in a pile on the bank of the stream. There were dead rabbits hanging from the trees. There were skins hanging from a rack near the fire. And there was no one to be seen.
Besides her that is. She was being seen. The tiny creature had hidden in a crook of a tree behind its camp. It was freaked out, more freaked out than the woman was, because this was the first human it had seen for more than twenty years.
The tiny creature decided it was time to rejoin the human race, and crept silently forward to get a better look at the woman, who was not very large herself. The woman had been searching for this campsite for thirty years. She drew a bible out of her colorfully embroidered satchel, sat at the fire, and began to pray.
The tiny creature recognized first the satchel, which had the name "Claire" embroidered on it, and then the praying woman. The tiny creature eagerly approached the woman.
"Claire" the woman said.
This is my entry to 
I've been thinking about who or what decides what is sane behavior, and what is insane. I think both of these women are perfectly sane. What do you think?
