When Sam touched this treasure, one came away, like a rope at its master's call. He used it as a bookmark, had it to hand as he embellished the lines of his own tree. The children liked to hold it – Elanor, Goldilocks, down to Baby Tom; Elfstan too when his turn came.
The book he gave to his own golden girl. The leaf he took with him, returning the gift.
Written to celebrate the 2nd birthday of the HA mailing list
6th April 2004
6th April 2004