Episode 01: The Bear

Come child, and sit near my chair
And I’ll tell you of the night of the woods and the bear
Of the woods
And the wind
And the bear 
And the fur

See, she skipped down the path
Golden braids in her hair
Paying no mind to the woods
nor the bear
The bear, who stalking, stomped through the trees
Crunching and tromping through crisp fallen leaves 

Come close, listen well
and you’ll hear what befell
Our flaxen-haired maiden
as she rounded the swell
Of the creek’s bubbling banks
Trilling swiftly along
On the wind in the night, you can still hear the song
That she sung on that day
As she skipped through the woods
Her arms heavy laden with a basket of goods

Oh, how they ached 
Weighted down with such treasure
Just there, a short stump, she could rest for a measure
As the brook swept along
And the wind sang her song
I think you can guess who came tromping along 

A sad tale I’m afraid
Though it didn’t take long
For the bear to come by
And steal her sweet song
And all that was left 
As the water rushed by 
Was her cloak on a branch 
As the wind whipped a sigh

The sun dipping low
the woods howled their warning 
“Take care,” they cried out
As though still in mourning 
For the bouncing curls that no longer were
For the woods
And the wind
And the bear 
And the fur