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A boy stepped into the clearing where he had the most exciting experience of his life. He looked around to be sure that no one had followed him. He looked above to see that no one was hidden in the trees. He turned back around and noticed for the first time that the forest was there no more. He was in a field surrounded by rocky hills. He looked across to the next hill to behold a large canyon, and a mountain in the distance. In front of him and on both sides of him, were mounds of dirt spread out like spokes of a wheel, with a few men digging and clearing more of the dirt away. He spotted something on the ground under the trees that looked at first as if it was made of hay. He ran over and bent down to pick it up, and found that it was a shepherd's crook made out of wood. It was much more beautiful than the one he carried in his bag. His name was Christian and he was an orphan. These men, though he didn't know it yet, were fairies. They were the same kind that he saw with the oak tree in his dream. They said they were in the middle of planting a tree, to save it from the encroachment of an armed human force.

As he came closer he saw a man kneeling in the dirt digging a hole with a small hoe. He immediately felt cordial toward the man. He was clearing a large ditch in a field of tall grass. His name was Cyrus. He was short and stocky with a long face and was always working. His red beard was neatly trimmed and got completely brown in the sun, and he wore a coarse new cloth shirt that had been washed many times over. The boy feared that he would cut himself with the hoe and almost tripped when he ran into the middle of the clearing to lay the crook at Cyrus' feet, without so much as a hello. Instead, Cyrus looked up at him and said, "Hey, kid, what do you want?" The boy was taken aback until he saw Cyrus' friend. He realized that the friend, who was dressed in a robe of a monk and had long greying hair and a beard, was staring at him as well. The boy turned quickly to him and said, "Hello, Father, I was just wondering, do you have any food I can have? My name is Christian."

With a slight smile, the man answered, "Christian, you say? Where are you from my young friend?" Christian said, "I don't know sir, at least I can only remember my name. I have just awoken in a forest and don't remember anything before that, sir." This exchange had made the other workers stop their digging and watch the situation. Cyrus said, "That's strange, it's unheard of to look like that not knowing who he is." He went on to explain that it was because Christian looked just like every other human in his town. The other workers nodded in agreement, and continued to look at him. Christian didn't understand, but he was okay with it, all he needed was rest and food. Cyrus said, "Well, Christian, if you could, could you gather some of this grass around here. The ground up on the hill is getting a little too damp for the grass to grow."

"Sure, Cyrus, I will be right back."

"Thank you, Christian, please don't argue with me. I have worked all day and need to rest as much as you do. I will be right here waiting for you."

Christian nodded and ran over to the plant by the trees. He laid his hand onto the warm and furry green grass and scooped a small handful. As he was walking back to Cyrus, he was greeted by another fairy. His name was Malcolm, and he was an elf of the tiny folk. It was his job to keep the weeds from choking out the good grasses. He was very short, and wore a small white robe with fringes and a hood that came down over his eyes. He bowed in reverence to Christian and said, "Sir Christian, I am honored to meet you, I am Malcolm the fairy." Christian bowed and replied, "Hello, my name is Christian. Thank you for bringing me to Cyrus, he is the most magnificent man I have ever met." Malcolm smiled and said, "You are just speaking of the man in front of you. Perhaps he is a very humble man." Christian looked in shock at the other fairies now and said, "How could I know what you mean, in my town men are great and humble, and humble men are great men." Malcolm looked at him with pride and pride at his answer.

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