This week we’ve been reading N.D. Wilson’s Wingfeather Tale, “Willow Worlds.” If you’ve read his 100 Cupboards series, you may find some parallels. The snippet below made me laugh.
Podo looked up at the falls, and then around the willow grove. The last time he’d been in this place, the sun had been setting and he’d been in a rush, holding his breath to try and avoid ingesting any misty poisons. He’d tied a pony to a rotting stump well downstream, and then he’d raced around with a small ax and a rusty saw until he’d found a forked willow with a small trunk, just big enough to suit.
Two hands by two hands
green leaf free
feet length three
trunk wood and no other
ye wee daft fool.
That’s the rhyme that Growlfist had spoken—although Podo was pretty sure that the end hadn’t been part of it.
What was your favorite bit of this story? Post it below! Then come over to the forum to chat with us about “Willow Worlds,” 100 Cupboards, or the two previous Wingfeather Tales we’ve read.
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