Fantasy myth

Surprise startled the pair who having languished in the foliage far too long, were sleepy.

“Who are you?” They cried in unison.

“I am a bird,” said the wood-pigeon.

“I am a girl,” said the girl.

“But how can I be sure I am not dreaming you?” said the bird.

“Yes. You may be right,” the girl replied. “Perhaps I am not here at all. But then again, you might be in my dream.”

Just then, a Copper Beech tree lurched onto the scene. “You are both wrong. This is my dream. No one is here but me.”

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