They jostled each other in the doorway out into the garden as they both tried to leave at the same time, and then slipped out one by one, milliseconds apart. I wondered what it must be like for them to encounter grass for the first time, to smell the wind over dry earth and plants heavy with flower, and to be assailed by all the sounds of the wild. Eventually, they grew bold enough to play in the flower bed together. I did not see them slip back into the house in the morning, but come daylight, there they were, each in their respective resting place.
