The little gypsy children ran and ran and ran. Far away from where they came from, over fences and across fields. Never once stopping. The littlest of them trailed behind, her small feet tripping over each other, chest heaving. "I'm tired" her little voiced shouted. The gypsy children continued running, nimble like dancers on a stage. Her gypsy brother gripped her hand, turning back to look at her. His soft brown hair catching the rays of the setting sun, seeming almost transparent. His blue eyes bored into her willing her to keep moving, to not stop. The littlest gypsy girl begged quietly, the breath caught in her throat, "Please". Her flowe