picture by Arthur Rackham.
Bracken crunched under her steps “it’s you again” came the voice from the tree creature sprawling, slumped outside the tree. Startled by the unknown entity she froze in disbelief. The creature smiled as if to reassure her with a grin of cherries and icecream on a childlike face looking back at her. The playfulness spoke wantingly in the air itself coming from inside the for lawn door slightly ajar, camouflaged in the tree trunk and waiting patiently to grasp her inside the tree’s never-ending treasures . Never before had she noticed that door, the entrance was enticing and beconning her.. The lure, the lure.. The magic of play was upon his face as he smiled. There’s more..