dunjun full of snakes where she died from their bites and people
who went through the forrest after that were taken prisoner by her
ghost and cast into the same dunjun where they died. About a year
after the wood turned into a gold castle and one morning
everything had vanished except a piece of a tree.

PETER CRAIG.



(DAN, WITH A WHISTLE:--"Well, I guess nobody can say Peter can't
write fiction after THAT."

SARA RAY, WIPING AWAY HER TEARS:--"It's a very interesting story,
but it ends SO sadly."

FELIX:--"What made you call it The Battle of the Partridge Eggs
when the bluejay had just as much to do with it?"

PETER, SHORTLY:--"Because it sounded better that way."

FELICITY:--"Did she eat the eggs raw?"

SARA RAY:--"Poor little thing, I suppose if you're starving you
can't be very particular."

CECILY, SIGHING:--"I wish you'd let her go home safe, Peter, and
not put her to such a cruel death."

BEVERLEY:--"I don't quite understand where the little girl got her