Sleepy Fox Hollow friedlich

"gut," mahler chuffed, rolling to his paws. he shook debris from his coat and ensured that isa was tucked near before he headed off. she was a little princess, nay, a duchess, ordering him around in such a way. and of course her far larger father was fully indulgent of all her tiny whims, and was as excited to show her the moth as she was to see it.
secretly he hoped it would still be there.
mahler took isa toward grünstein, a gigantic and ancient boulder almost completely covered by thick green moss. and there, hovering delicately over one of the stone's few exposed patches, was a great white moth that was indeed larger than mahler's paw and almost the breadth of his wide head.
"sie saugt die sonne auf. und dann legt sie ihre eier."