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Out by the lake one faun shakes droplets of water from his coat and squelches up the bank. There on the grass he lays down to dry off, enjoying the September sunshine and looking over the lake and the shadowy forest beyond.
If he listens hard he can almost hear the pipes of other fauns.
If he strains his eyes he can almost see beyond the lake to a castle and school where once he was a pupil and once he was unhappy.
But the grass under his back is warm so he lets his head roll back with a sigh.
If he listens hard he can almost hear the pipes of other fauns.
If he strains his eyes he can almost see beyond the lake to a castle and school where once he was a pupil and once he was unhappy.
But the grass under his back is warm so he lets his head roll back with a sigh.