Summer seems to have agreed with Fiver. Still undersized, he is now sleek and rounded, a tiny but well-fed little bundle of fur. His eyes still have that faraway look to them, though, as he sits at the edge of the Nexus, nibbling on someone's discarded peach. What is he thinking?

Fiver is lost on strange roads.

The wind is blowing, blowing over the grass ( Read more... )

On Watership Down, Fiver is missed ( Read more... )

Oh, great Frith on the hills! He made it all for us!

Frith may have made it, but Fiver found it.He sits in the meadow at sunset, watching and listening, with the seedheads of the long grasses all about him bobbing gently in the evening breeze. Sssh, ssh, whispers the wind ( Read more... )

Bright Eyes clip on YouTube

This one has the entire song.

Is it a kind of dream ( Read more... )