Here is a picture of my sister, Marie. The picture is blurred. I can't seem to focus on anything that moves faster than a snail.

I know you all would have preferred to see a picture of the virgin bride we found reclining next to the pool at the base of the falls. Perhaps, you would have liked even to see a picture of the promised falls themselves. Well, when I lifted the camera, the unicorn waved its spiraled and pointed horn at me in a manner which I could not help but interpret as threatening. There were no pictures. This was the best we could do.

Poison Pie got engaged last week. His fiancée is remaining in the forest until the day of their wedding when Poison Pie carries her out himself.

"How romantic!" I say to my sister, who herself left the forest in just the same way, when her husband, one Mr. Poonawala, came for her.

My turn will come, she promises me.