A red furred squirrel ran up and down the bark, collecting food and going deep to keep its secret safe.
Above the tree the globe was shining bright and yellow light was all around.
The good folk who dwell in light transparent crystal vessels sang their song for all to hear and as the squirrel gathered food she heard their voices clear.
Then, scampering along the ground quietly in case the purple man should wake, she buried down to the deep pools where three watch the water that feeds the sap.
She hummed the song but had not listened to the words and got it wrong before those there to guide the destiny.
Oh, careless child who listens not when at the fire, who now will tell the history?”
The purple man saw the green sap of the tree within and understood.