You put the letter down.
You decide to explore your surroundings. There is a bright yellow sun
in the sky, slowly moving down, towards the horzion. This must mean
that it is afternoon, and the sun is setting in the west. The field
is very pretty, with lots of flowers and that lovely cluster of berry
bushes, but it still feels almost dead. There isn't an insect or bird
anywhere, and the air is heavy and still without the slightest trace
of wind. You feel a sudden desire to return to the magical glade you
found earlier, but the mists have disappeared and you don't know how
to find your way back.
The field appears to be endless in all directions, with only three
main landmarks. The first is the cluster of berry bushes, where you
are standing now. The next is a dark patch far to the east. You
can't tell if the patch is of trees or bushes or something quite
different; it is too distant. Finally, there is a silvery glint of
something to the north, perhaps water.
The letter is not yours to read, you decide, and you leave it and the
doll beneath the bushes. But now it is the berry bushes that attract
you attention. You see raspberries, blueberries, blackberries, but
not strawberries. Do strawberries grow on bushes? You scratch your
head in thought. You wonder if you should gather some of these
berries, but your pockets still carry some from the willow glade, and
you aren't that hungry.
