Wood Nymph

          She comb her hair: slowly rutting on an upcropped bolder.
      A happy brook rippled before her under the juniper tree.+ The
      moss was thick on the stone .. "Blow, blow, sweet breath."
      she whispered to the swaying leaves. .. "My sweet breath."
     
      Her thighs tighten. She arched her back and raised her face upward,
      "My milk is upon the stone. Are you awake? I give myself on your
      alter." A little frog croaked at her foot. The birds grew silent.

      The young maid squeezed her red tits, "Quick! See how I stand?
      I am open. I beg you enter me." She dripped with milk from her
      full thighs. The brook stirred a wirlpool,

                    "My sister. I am not far away from thee!
                      I am swimming in this pool. Come into
                      the water."

      The maid stepped into the brook it was not deep. She could feel
      the minnows about her legs and waist. She cupped her hands upon
      the water to see below. A python rose about her,


                    "I wish this good beginning may have a good
                    ending. I will remain with you. I will swallow
                    you whole."

      Fear over took her. She screamed as her ribs cracked. An arrow
      found its way into the python's head. She searched for the bowman
      and fainted. Under the juniper she felt the heat of a fire.


                    "You were unwise to walk in the woods without
                    a shred of dress to protect you."

      The monk smiled down on the maid and gave her a stick of python'
      meat.


      (^)