Oh, It’s you. Well, come on in. I’ve got somethin fer yeh
The big man who found us hiding among the pumpkin vines says something strange. The cabin door opens by itself and the fireplace burns on its own. We move inside as if possessed. We eat the homemade cake and drink great mugs of steaming hot tea.
For us, who were dozing off, he kicked the spider out and made up the bed. We fall asleep in a strange but warm place, embarrassed but oddly comfortable. You hear him snoring, you hear a big owl's soft sleepy hoots, but it feels like a lullaby. But what did he say? Will I know the meaning by tomorrow morning?
‘Your a wizard. an’ a thumpin good’un
