She landed on her hands and knees in wet grass, panting. Before she could gather herself and turn, the door swung shut behind her and she was alone.
Pulling herself slowly to her feet, she stood for a moment, shaking with shock and confusion and breathing deeply of the crisp night air. Once she had gathered herself, she conducted a thorough search for the door; but she was not surprised to find that it had vanished. A tree stood in its place; it was to all appearances a real tree, with no manner of door in its wide trunk at all.
The moon was full and high in the sky, but she was standing beneath a number of very tall, very leafy trees, and little of the silvery moonlight reached the forest floor. It took her a few minutes to realise that something was wrong with her hands: they did not s
