“She remembers the Buddha’s words: A tree is a wondrous thing that shelters, feeds, and protects all living things. It even offers shade to the axmen who destroy it. And with those words, she has her book’s end.”
“Fairy Bread
Come up here, O dusty feet!
Here is fairy bread to eat,
Here in my retiring room,
Children, you may dine
On the golden smell of broom
And the shade of the pine;
And when you have eaten well,
Fairy stories hear and tell.”