Il wandered through the forest, pestered woodpeckers and chipmunks, whispering to them what wonderful babies they were, rode a bear, hovered over a huge anthill, watching the tiny hard workers, and tickled the roe deer with a leaf on the nose. When the forest did not pose a threat or interest as a hunting ground, one could fully enjoy its leisurely life. Il even found thin brown caterpillars on the spruce branches, which slowly and lazily ate green needles.

“I want to be a spider,” she lifted her head to the spreading web, on the threads of which the rays of the sun sparkled.

Then Il desired to become a...