“I shall live alone. Always alone. In a house or a tree.'

Fuchsia started to chew at a fresh grass blade.

'Someone will come then, if I live alone. Someone from another kind of world - a new world - not from this world, but someone who is different, and he will fall in love with me at once because I live alone and aren't like the other beastly things in this world, and he'll enjoy having me because of my pride.”