I am described by my velocity, a blow of gust. But I'm merely an element, when I'm just.

I bloom in yellow, crowned in white, I vanish softly, scattered in flight.

While i was going to the Ardennes, i saw a man and seven women. Every woman was carrying seven bags. In every bag there were seven cats, and every cat had seven kittens. How many were going to the Ardennes?

A sprawling behemoth with a thousand wooden teeth; with needles and with blades in numbers beyond belief. 'Come to me', I beckon, 'and use me for rest.' But linger unprepared and you body I'll digest.

John and Jane know this forest animal thoroughly. But the animal has no idea who they might be.