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Full Moon
"Youthought?"
"Well—thatlionsandbirds,andtigersandlittleanimals—"
TheHamadryadhelpedher."Youthoughtthattheywerenaturalenemies,thatthelioncouldnotmeetabirdwithouteatingit,northetigerthehare—eh?"
Janeblushedandnodded.
"Ah—youmayberight.Itispossible.ButnotontheBirthday,"saidtheHamadryad."Tonightthesmallarefreefromthegreatandthegreatprotectthesmall.EvenI—"hepausedandseemedtobethinkingdeeply,"evenIcanmeetaBarnacleGoosewithoutanythoughtofdinner—onthisoccasion.Andafterall,"hewenton,flickinghisterriblelittleforkedtongueinandoutashespoke,"itmaybethattoeatandbeeatenarethesamethingintheend.Mywisdomtellsmethatthisisprobablyso.Weareallmadeofthesamestuff,remember,weoftheJungle,youoftheCity.Thesamesubstancecomposesus—thetreeoverhead,thestonebeneathus,thebird,thebeast,thestar—weareallone,allmovingtothesameend.Rememberthatwhenyounolongerrememberme,mychild."
"Buthowcantreebestone?Abirdisnotme.Janeisnotatiger,"saidMichaelstoutly.
"Youthinknot?"saidtheHamadryad’shissingvoice."Look!"andhenoddedhisheadtowardsthemovingmassofcreaturesbeforethem.Birdsandanimalswerenowswayingtogether,closelyencirclingMaryPoppins,whowasrockinglightlyfromsidetoside.Backwardsandforwardswenttheswayingcrowd,keepingtimetogether,swinginglikethependulumofaclock.Eventhetreeswerebendingandliftinggently,andthemoonseemedtoberockingintheskyasashiprocksonthesea.
