The entire group stood transfixed as their pale green guardian of the forest stood amongst them, prattling on as though nothing had been amiss. He looked around at them all and beamed, “How are the plans going? Is the hole filled in and ready for me to do some planting?” He glanced at Autumn Leaves and grinned, “I’d say the sun is in just about the right place in the sky, according to Waterstone’s marvellous image. So I must be about on time.”
Tarkyn put his hands on his hips as the silence stretched out and demanded, “What is the matter with you lot? Have you never seen a green man before?” He then proceeded to chortle at his own joke. Realising he had unnerved them, he took a deep breath and slowed himself down. “Sorry. I’ll try to be sensible. But at the moment, just the fact that I’m
