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Oh that glimmering handful, smelling of slime… what could it be? Why risk it? We had seen enough to know that here was something strange and wonderful here in the Ecology Park but the Urban Village Fete beckoned us back with a tempting hubbub of music and food and good stories… we took half a step back…

The Green Witch shrugged, turned and began to return her hand to he pocket.

A damson fly, fiercely blue in the sunlight, whirred by and our heart jumped – perhaps we should follow her after all?

A trill of music drifted towards us from the Fete drawing us back…