One rare night, one of those ‘blue moons’, I was walking when I heard some rustling over near a stump by The Hillock. This was a feathery sort of rustle, slipping through the silence like an owl hunting for prey. I quickly turned my head, and to my surprise, I saw three tiny twig people dancing ‘in the light of the ‘blue moon’. I blinked to make sure I was awake, and they were still there! This is the best I could do to capture them in my memory, for just then a true owl gave it’s mooncall and they were off! into thin air!