Dear Miss Blue,

Oh, how captivated I still am over the story of the dapper looking Violinist: It is I, in perfect disguise. For you see, Miss Blue, I wanted to Be The Grasshopper. Hopping and skipping, flying and playing, singing all the while to his/my own tunes, smiling encouragingly to the house-carrying creatures, never looking over or up, or sideways, just trudging and obeying Mother Nature's tiresome Ant Rules. I too, have the deepest admiration for the Grasshopper.

Aesop, the Teller of Tales, how ever did he find the time to watch and listen? Because he was a Slave, that is why; he contemplated the whys and wherefores of needs and desires, hurdles and surprises, as he went about being A Slave.

Ah, so much to say. I am so excited with our new project, Miss Blue. Before the Bible there was Aesop writing the wisdom as he saw it and not to be believed whenever it suits us. The Crows here in the Garden have no notion of what happens when they meet up with the Fox, the Fox who tricked the Crow . They do not know that foxes have been seen in the Village. I have instructed the Crows to be on guard. Especially when eating Cheese. It is hard, Miss Blue, to not see both sides of this story as I am inclined to do in this instance. Am I Crow? Am I Fox? Eagerly awaiting your story,

Pearl with Aesop