“You cruel person! Why would you ever want to kill a cat? Shame on you.”
“I didn’t mean...” you say, but are abruptly interupted.
“Didn’t mean what? Do you expect me to believe anything you say? How can I believe anything spoken by one who is so cruel!”
“What I mean is...” you go on before being abruptly interupted again.
“What you mean to say is that you didn’t kill the cat? Thank goodness. You had me really worried there for a second.”
The leaf man’s leafty eyebrows form a discerning and somewhat unsettling look.
“Now what did you summon me for human?” The leaf man inquires.
“I didn’t summon you at all,” you say. “I just heard you talking and wanted to know who was there.”
“So you’re a cat murderer, and an eaves dropper. Good riddance, get away from me you filthy mortal!”
You’re in no mood to argue, so you leave the leaf man and continue exploring the meadow. It’s very peaceful, and there is a mild breeze. There are some leaves floating around in the wind, but they don’t resemble a face at all.
The sun is directly overhead. You look up, and you can see an Eagle flying through the open skies. It has something in its mouth, but from this far away, you can’t tell what it is. You begin to contemplate this eagle. Where did he come from, and where is he going. You’re lost in reverie when from somewhere deep in the forest, you hear an awfully loud screeching sound. You turn your attention toward the sound.
As you’re looking in the direction of the sound, you see something that you didn’t see before. It’s a small path leading off into the woods. You decide to follow this path.
The path leads deep into the woods. You follow it for what seems like hours. You can’t exactly discern where you are, but you’re at peace. A part of you feels as if you are meant to get lost in these woods, almost as if they’re very existence was to set travellers wandering.
After a while, you come across a very small stream that seems to follow along side your path. The bubbling waters have a very relaxing effect on you, and pretty soon you completely lose track of where you’re going. You follow the stream until you come upon a small waterfall that is perhaps five feet high. You are enchanted, because as the waters fall down into the pool below, they resonate with a very sweet tone. You listen to this tone for a while, then decide to move on.
The path begins to ascend a steady incline until you reach a sort of plateau. Just ahead in the distance, you see an enormous log house. You decide to go see if anyone is home.
You climb the stairs to the front door, and gently knock. There’s no answer. This time you knock again, a little harder. There’s still no answer, but the door creaks open enough for you to see inside. You decide to let yourself in.