The fall wind is blowing. Trees are tossing about like small plants. Leaves are falling quickly. The wind is announcing the coming of the rain. Cooler weather is making its approach. It is dry as dust. Soon the rain will fall. We look forward to the change. It is time for autumn weather. I have a red sweater ordered from L.L. Bean. I like red. The animals in the Woods feel the change. They know the wind better than we do. Unbothered by society, the badger and toad look for the beauty of real life. Not the faux life of riches and houses and lands. Not the life of one being the lord and master, and the others being vassals and serfs. The hope of working together for the common good is in the DNA of the ant.

The Bullfrog Quartet will sing this evening. They are practicing for a command performance. Each of the Bullfrog performers understands the value of the other. There is no greater singer nor lesser vocalist. Without each voice’s resonance, the harmony will be nonexistent. The Woods dwellers are excited about the Performance. They have been making apple pie and pumpkin cakes. There will be dancing and bobbing for apples. A hayride of human friends is coming. Ghost stories around the campfire. S’mores to eat and Mead to drink, courtesy of Frank N. Stein. He is bringing his son, Frank Jr. Frank Jr. is precocious.

It will be a no-stress Halloween event. Lay your troubles at the door and put on your party hat and your Mr. Spock ears. The Wind promises change. No more big I and little you. No more pecking order. Everyone has a seat at the banquet table. The forgotten ones will be there laughing. They feel welcome at home with a sense of place.

‘No kings among us this evening, just friends,’ Mr. Badger proclaimed! ‘Let the weak say I am strong,’ Mr. Badger said. ‘Let the little children come forward and lead us,’ Mr. Badger said with tears in his eyes.