it was under the hedges the ground was still like a frozen brick a little robin saw the cracks zig zagged over the surface leaving gaps where a little fairy was in her dance would whirl and freeze as if in a trance she was called Regan to let the robins and thrushes vainly search for grains and grubs along with the scampering long tailed mouse the lady saw his whiskers a twitching sensing out a louse she had to rebirth the badgers warm and snug in their deep setts