The valley had begun to thaw. A young squirrel joyed in the billowing of his tail, though its fur was still sparse, and the beechwoods rang with birdsong. In this, the boy heard only the promise of a coming music. Budding flowers blinked in the fleeting sunlight that broke through the slate grey sky. All the world seemed to announce the return of Lady Spring and each plant and creature busily did its part in ushering her back into the earth. For the part of man, the boy led a lamb through the coppiced wood on the outskirts of his father’s land, to a place he had never been before.
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