The Woodsman
by J.A. Pak
He collects the dead wood and makes coal.
He nurses the injured animals and prepares the dying.
He distributes the snow and regulates the temperature.
In his fur hat and coat he's too busy tidying The Woods to feel lonely.
Spring comes quickly.
In the evenings, after supper, he repairs magic, taking the large wooden needle in and out of the ragged bits, the firelight making the net burn gold so that it's hard on the eyes.
When Spau runs away he meets the Woodsman and they spend the day together making coal. The fire is so hot yet Spau is still so cold. When he is frozen, the Woodsman covers him with fallen leaves and lets the snow fall so that the powder flakes are like white sugar upon his eyes.
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Author's Note
An excerpt from my "The Piggifits Suite" (http://www.ja-pak.com/Piggifits.html) where even Little Bunny Foo Foo's Good Fairy makes an appearance.
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amazing concotion, spoken like a child and yet so wise. the first four lines are magical by themselves.
Sugar frosting the brutality of death is something I never thought of.
You pulled it off. Yah, amazing, like Marcus said.
Marcus and James, thanks so much. It's an odd piece encased inside an odder piece so I never know how people will receive it. Lovely to hear the positive reflections.
An original and fascinating read. Very, very nice. *
Jack, thanks very much!
Too busy to be lonely. That got me. *
Christopher, your comment made me get back into the Woodsman's head again. Thanks so much.