darlin don't you see, I'm not satisfied till i hold you tight

There was the distinct sound of laughter, almost like a child's. The grasses around the attuned billowed and breezed as if small feet were running through it and then suddenly the cookie was gone. Snatched away by invisible hands. A warm wind rushed through the glade, erasing the trails where this invisible spirit had come from, but still the sound of laughter persisted.