darkening clearing; as soon as I sa once t all its occupants ing for me from t I first stepped into tience of ime in the world.

    It ive a sent leattle brooget . A lean, tall, reddiss great cy fox, its muzzle so a point, laid its runk of a scarlet roo c delicately stretco peer at  of uncanny  of snoed softly, so t he knew I had arrived.

    he smiles. he lays down his pipe, his elder bird-call. he lays upon me his irrevocable hand.

    e green, as if from too muc the wood.

    t you.

    t of ticks and stones and  of yelloream in a tin pail.

    does ? y of tetles; savoury messes of cmeg;  ed fungi are fit to eat; ands tc in ligs, t you cook like tripe, erelle s fan-vaulting and faint scent of apricots, all spring up overnigained by nature, existing in a void. And I could believe t it he woods.

    in to gatural treasures, ely as s  ;bum-pipesquot; or quot;piss-t; and flavours tra  toucs on t Michaelmas.

    , t milk and  c ic taste. Sometimes raps a rabbit in a snare of string and makes a soup or ste tures in it. old me about ttle ones disappear dos until t is over and out to run around as usual. old me oad ream in summer er; t me. o ts from reeds and o baskets and into ttle cages in which he keeps his singing birds.

    cs, rapped birds.  is, to keep   me ed teettle gleaming on them.

    ic s  neatly on trees since Judas ells me, tempting my o dry, too -- tic and te, a s, acrid smoke, a brig I  you cannot get a tune out of ts strings are brok