“Thank you for the food child” said the old man after finishing the bread and cheese, smiling as he brushed off his hands on his coarse brown robe.
“That’s ok, I wasn’t hungry anyway; I already had an apple” Hulda replied.
The old man gave her a book, said it was a picture book but that it was very special; said it was magical. Feeling a little sceptical but hoping that the book was magical Hulda took it home, went to her room and set the book on her desk.
As she opened the tome, she smelled the sweet fragrance of ripe apples as a tree surrounded by undulating blades of grass emerged from glowing pages, leaves swaying in a gentle breeze as the old man’s voice began describing what the tree was and how it had come to be.