It must have been some child’s wish. But who really knows? Row after row of trees had begun to turn. Their foliage turning into plump sugary gum drops. Their trunks had started to change colors. A band of bright red streamed up the side of a now white candy trunk beside me. The field of grass that stretched out between the trees was droopy, too heavy now to support its own sugar laden weight.

Technically, we only need the child’s fingers.

Meh, seems more like making the best with what you have. Even people with families can take that lesson to heart.