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in thanks for her assurance, the hoy offered her his last piece of candy. This
act seemed to hring them cioserg now two friends had met. ,
Taffy-Head looked around, grasping for a question to hegin their conver-
sation. Just then a Coronet of sparrows started singing around the hoy's-head.
Taffy raised an eyehrow wonderingiyg the Lady merely arranged her skirt. The
more he thought of the hirds, the more inquisitive he hecame. The sparrows
were on excellent terms with them hoth: one sat on an unruly tuft of Taity's
hair and the rest graciously adorned the Lady. Taffy was ahout to ask his first
question. hut he was interrupted hy the Lady., The two smiled and Taffy
laughed hoisterousiy. Then he hegan to feel very self-conscious. He cast his
eyes downward, fingering the hutton-hole where the hutton was not.
Shortly. Taijfyss eyes were lifted. All shame had gone, and they hore a
newness. The Lady, meanwhile, was petting the sparrows which rested upon
her shoulder. She started to ten the hoy of the heautifui things that grow he-
neath the trees and in the sun-fined Fields, of the wide-eyed daisies that made
lovely chains, of an the ferns that swayed in rhythm when the wind whistled
through their dainty leaves. They, she explained, constituted a large part of
the woods, the rest were the dwellers-'they who kept the paths clean, gathered
their food, and protected one another. ' s
As the Lady continued her description, from hehind a knotted tree, in
single tile, came those of whom she spoke. The sparrows preceded them,
circling ahout, and Hying to the hoy,s shoulder. After the creatures had gath-
ered in a semi-circle, the Lady told Taity ahout each one's hahits. She called
for the tiniest of them au, so small that its mother was still its escort. This
squirrel was the Lady,s favorite, with its crying grey eyes, powder-putty tail,
and soft, furry coat. A whir of wings approached in a fantasy of color, ranging
in an shades from iight to dark. These hirds, arriving after the others, came in
a Hurry to he surethey were not late. All the feathered creatures of the wood
circled, waiting for the Lady,s permission to leave. She informed them that
Taffy was a guest and asked them to present their hest sides. They twittered,
and their attention pleased the hoy., He laughed, and the entire group seemed
to hecome distraught. Quickly they departed, leaving the Taffy-Head to won-
der what had heen his error. The Lady's face hore a sad hut pardoning look,
and she admitted shamefuiiy that now the creatures would not appear for him.
The Taffy-Head turned to the animaisg hut much to his amazement, there
weren,t any there, not a trace, not a footprint. He turned towards the Lady,
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'All around was silence'-the hush of laden Wisteria, smiling magnolias,
the yawn of a sleepy boy. The boy rubbed one dreamy eye and peered around
for a sign of adventure. p
An inviting twitter came from the direction of the Woods. lt was a call'-1
the Piper to Adventure, pushing the Taffy-Head towards the tall pines. the soft
earth, the mirrored pond. Here were the path bordered by round-topped mush-
rooms, lacy ferns of all heights, widths, and sizes, the passing breeze, and the
pungent pine smells-the lcind that never fail to wrinlcle a nose.
I The portly mushrooms seemed to turn to oneanother and Whisper among
themselves. They had a plan, a scheme of ndwness and fantasy loomed with
the intrigue of another world. Farther on the path widened, and small foot-
prints belonging to dwellers of the forest pushed the green grass downward.
Tally looked around and saw nothing but the whispering trees peering down
from aloft. Then the most inviting breeze crossedhis face, and he ambled
towards it, longing to lcnow the secrets behind each tree. All the way little
llowerets sprang up malcing the trail more inviting. Then slowly a pale, win-
some blue appeared and beclconed smilingly. k
Taffy-Head saw clearly that the azure bit was a pond, round, rippling,
and cool to the touch. At its edge grew lacy ferns, drawing water from the
closest ripple, then turning their faces up to greet the, sun,s drifting rays.
Nestling down comfortably on his stomach the boy wriggled his toes, then
pluclced a few spears of grass, threw them into the pond with delighted vigor
trying to malce one outdistance the other.
Beginning curving upward, droplets began to rise from the pond's center,
as it pushed by some yearning force. Smiling ripples formed as if spreading a
carpet for some lovely creature. Then something arose-a Xvoman, apart from
all women. Her shimmering loveliness made Taffy frown and then stretch out
a hand to touch this unreality. She shoolc his hand. Anlcle-length hair graced
her bowing person. The boy withdrew his hand, coclced his head as if to exam-
ine more closely this enchanting Figure. She smiled, wrinlcling her pretty nose
and sat down. Talty glanced anxiously at the grass to see if it was still beneath
him. The Lady nodded, assuring him that the ground was as concrete as ever.
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questioningly, thinlcing that she might lcnow where they had disappeared. The
water was tranquil. A few spears of grass Hoated .... The Lady was gone.
There were the same droplets waiting to fall, hut they had lost their loolc of
freshness. Seeing no one ahout, the hoy got up and hrushed oft the dewy grass.
He chose the widest path and started homeward.
The hoy was extremely changed. His whole heing seemed different and
much wiser. The path homeward was friendly, graciously guiding him towards
his destination. The sun was fading when he reached home. Everything now
had returned to reality.
But the Lady, encircled hy the dwellers of the forest, was heautifully
inscrihed in his memory-for him alone. And the Taffy-Head was happy.
. Doms EPSTEIN
ssocta tion est
lt,s related to these werdsr
Tra la la la, tra la la la,
lt,s related to these werdsz
Tra la la la.
The rainhow to the pot of geld,
The emerald to the sea,
The Fish unto the spectator,
The teacher trrrte raei
Not all these werds have rhythm-
l don,t knew what they mean
So l'll stop this little poem new-J
ISCPOTC I HITI ohscenel
JULIAN ARMISTEAD '
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