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Then Leif heard a noise. The gate opened. An old sad-looking lady
wearing a long black dress trimmed in lavender lace stood in the entrance of the gazebo. Her tired eyes spotted him and suddenly came to life.
"What are you doing in my garden?" she demanded.
"Are you Mrs. Wood, the kind owner of this property?" Leif asked.
"I most certainly am! Now you answer my question. What are you
doing here?" Her voice was shrill and angry.
Leif suddenly heard the voices of the Trees echoing in the breeze.
He knew at that moment exactly what he should do.
He began to softly sing, "Down by the forest's edge, where the hill
meets glade, I wander so aimlessly..."
"What are you singing? How do you know that song?" Mrs. Wood
stood in amazement as Leif continued.
He began to sing louder. "On this delicate morn', I am so aware, of the
beauty of the Trees..."
Tears formed in Mrs. Wood's eyes. They streamed down her cheeks as
she smiled.
"How did you know?" she asked. "Tell me, young one. Please tell me."
Leif stopped singing. Then he took her trembling hand.
"I know many things about you, kind lady. I also know what you
must do."
"Tell me, young one. Tell me."
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