The Naturalist was walking through the park, in a khaki uniform with a small briefcase full of notebooks. I stopped him in his tracks, like a deer in the headlights.
The Naturalist tramples through forest and field, finding the patches of pine in the city to study the creatures he finds, drawing them in his notebook he bought from The Forest...
The Naturalist does not believe in fairies. Only the facts, the scientific research, the cold hard reality of the city and its inhabitants. He remains unaware that he has just met...a real forest fairy.
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