- The voice
- Kind, broad, motherly
- Home
- The Moonlit HollowA sibling hollow, off the route, under a full moon
- Part of
- The treesThe Sleepy Forest cast. Every one of them a different way of saying goodnight.
The story of Auntie Tree
Auntie Tree grew sideways. Where every other tree in the world went up, she went out — wider and wider, lower and lower, until her canopy spread far further than she is tall and her two lowest branches curved forward and down to make a wide, sheltered nook at her base. Her face sits low on her trunk, near the ground, and that is not an accident either: it means someone small can sit inside her arms and still see her eyes. A branch that curves up is a greeting; a branch that curves down is a shelter. Hers curve down. She holds the whole moonlit hollow that way, all night, every night — and as the night deepens her canopy sinks and her arms lower, so the nook gets deeper and darker and warmer around whoever is in it, until at the very bottom of the ladder she is a low dark dome with a safe sheltered space underneath. Her lids fall last. Of course they do. Somebody has to see everyone else off first.
Straight from the sheet
Every character is drawn once, properly, on a sheet — the same way the books were made. This is Auntie Tree’s.
Told by Auntie Tree
In the archive
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