She made her home in a mushroom by the bank of the moat and every morning dived into the glassy waters. She kissed the fishes that rose to greet her and danced on top of lily pads. In the afternoon, she would weave coats of grass and moss to be sold at the Sunday market and when her work was done she would harness a dragonfly and collect dew from the high most trees. In the evening she would hide among the rushes and sing songs with the frogs and crickets till the night was still and as she lay to sleep in her mushroom bed she would watch the moon and think until she with the world feel asleep.
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