Bumping for Terabetha to see.
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[i][=#A880D0]Hum.
Who is this interesting fellow, seeking me out and greeting me?
I can see that he seems like no ordinary deer, for his tail is long like a snake's... But I am thinking he is kind, to be sure.
A new friend!
These butterflies, how lovely they are. Though perhaps that is to be expected, for everything in this forest seems to be beautiful. But oh, what fun this is, romping about with a new friend! He tells me his name is Queze. Hum, Queze! A lovely name, to be sure.
What's this? A ring of mushrooms! Do faeries dwell here too? I have heard tales that if you step inside a faeryring and sleep within it, strange and magical things would happen. Of course, there being the possibility of something malicious happening, I feel little urge to test these tales.
I am curious, and as I inspect the faeryring, Queze is very confused. "I am a stranger to this forest," I explain to him.
Close nearby there is a large group of deer, frolicking and busily moving about. I watch them and I cannot help but feel that perhaps I am unwelcome, being a stranger and all. Queze, kind fellow that he is, invites me over to join the group, but I shake my head and plant myself down on the ground to watch. Queze comes over and sits with me even though he could have joined the group. Hum, how selfless! It is comforting not to have to sit alone, to be sure.