eleanor and i played this game the same way we would have when we were little girls. it was a windy night, and we had to stop the candles from getting blown out--first they were a ship's beacon, and then the last embers of a fire that we had to keep going in an encampment in a forest, and then each was a small animal in our care that we were protecting, and then we were bears who had found the precious stuff and were doing everything we could to keep it burning.
if eleanor and i had met when we were five, we would have gotten along as well as we get along today.