“Will you allow me to sing for you?” she asked.
“Somehow I know you are going to sing regardless of my reply,” the beleaguered Tree Shepherd responded.
The winged female sang. Fatigue, which had accumulated from ages of toil, overwhelmed the towering tree spirit. He could not resist the siren’s sweet song. For the first time in his long existence the guardian of the forest’s burdens left him and he slept. The Tree Shepherd awakened on a hillock in the midst of a circular green vale.
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