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. So he tiptoed ever so quietly to
her room.
She was gone.
Aron grew frantic. He bolted out of the cottage. But
before he could call his daughter's name, he saw in the
moonlight that sprinkled through the tree cover Petal
herself, dressed in her flowing white gown, just
disappearing silently between two enormous tulip trees.
Again, Aron was about to call to her, but he stopped
himself. Was she meeting someone? He had to know. He
decided to follow and catch her in the act. He rushed back
into his cottage, grabbed his stick, and hurried out to catch
up to his daughter.
He passed between the two tulip trees and found himself
on a path, one that he had not even known existed. It was
narrow, virtually covered with fern fronds, but it was
illuminated clearly by the full moon, for there was a slit in
the tree canopy that followed the path exactly.
Aron failed to see his daughter, but he walked along the
bending path, confident it would take him to her. Using his
walking stick for its intended purpose, he proceeded as
quickly as he could without making too much noise. All
around him, just a step away to his right or left, was the
gloomy forest. Only those trees nearest the path were partly
lit, their dark and gray trunks marking his way
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