This following short story can also hopefully be found at bat.org website at:

http://www.bat.org/library/index.php?str=965

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(Act 1: A little boy getting ready to bed.)

"Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray Thee, Lord, my soul to keep..."

The young boy had already forgotten rest of the prayer his grandmother taught
him long ago. Tonight it didn't bother him at all. Not even a hint of that
awkward moment he was accustomed to any normal night, holding his breath like
silence itself would complete his prayer for him.

He closed his eyes and reminisced his encounter with the Man of games earlier
that very day. The man had appeared a little bit frightening at first. He
reminded the boy about his uncle once. His uncle had came to the boy's
village, his clothes smelling of sulfur and fire almost, ragged. The boy
remembered his uncle's stare and confident smile when he had lifted his
innocent child eyes from his plays. The man he had met today by the moat had
had that same kind of determination in his moves adults often have when they
seem know something a child knows not.

The boy wasn't afraid any more, the Man of games had made him a promise. They
had played a fair game, a rather boring one to say the least. The prize. That
was the catch. That's what made a smile on the little boy's face when he kept
his eyes closed and welcomed a yawn.

Tomorrow would show if the man would keep his promise. If he would - which the
boy had no reason to deny - his father would be proud of him. The boy could
even get a spoonful of their better jelly with his pancakes his grandmother
would surely bake him. Jelly from last autumn's apples, the good autumn. Whole
village would cheer for him. This must've been the feeling adults got when
they always speak of doing good for someone else, not only for yourself. He
felt almost too good about himself, the prize he had asked had surprised
himself for a moment too. Weird.

"Tomorrow I wake up as an adult .. my father will see .." the boy sighed and
smiled as the lights of the world went out, sounds died and silence took over.
For good.