In lieu of an abstract, below is the essay's first paragraph.
"Blanketed by colors of gold, orange and crimson, the young boy relaxed in a bed of damp fall leaves. He had grown tired after a day of hard play under the warm sun and decided to catch his breath against a drooping gold oak tree. Finding a niche for his body between the tentacle roots of the oak, the boy's eyes grew heavy. Giving up on the fight against his drooping eyelids, the boy drifted off into a deep sleep."
The Angle: Vol. 2008
, Article 17.
Available at: https://fisherpub.sjfc.edu/angle/vol2008/iss2/17