Sleepy Fox Hollow devil in me

"oh, sehr gut, kleiner baum," mahler murmured pleasantly. isa was right: the cloud did rather resemble a wolf, in an abstract sort of way.
"wenn der hase gesprungen ist, wie ist der wolf da hochgekommen?"
a little hum of a laugh. this was enjoyable, and with a start mahler realized he had begun to experience a lighter feeling these days, and one that remained even when the day had panned into another.
he was growing accustomed to it.