Bumping so more can see.
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[i][=#A880D0]Hum.
Who is this little fawn, coming to greet my sleeping form? What a dear. So young and sprightly - there he goes, dashing up the hill! Ah, I remember when I was a fawn...
My, but this stream's water is good and clear! It is lovely and fresh. Though I wonder, is the only reason for this statue to cry to supply water? I cannot help but wonder why he mourns... Hum, but I am grateful towards him, regardless. Such clean water I have not tasted since the age before the floods...
Oh, and the grass is delicate and soft, so tender! What a wonderful place this stream is. I do think I am quite fond of it now.
Even those lovely little red flowers are here. How sweet.
What is this?! A bridge! Of all things. But this must be a human thing... This is all very odd. Perhaps humans were indeed once here.
Ah, but this water-lily is a jewel. Hum, see how it glows upon the water! I sniff it and it is sweet-smelling. How beautiful. This forest is filled with beautiful things. In fact, I have yet to see something dead, like a wilted flower. Hum...
And all streams lead to larger bodies of water, they say. And here, here is a pond, to be sure. A magnificent pond, hum!