ooo! what's this strange, dark place in the woods? tip-toe, tip-toe-- there's magic afoot! shadows are thick, leaves are rustling and the wind blows soft like a ghostly caress; twigs snap, birds hoot, moon slides out slyaa -- -- --ah! tis the bottom of the garden and the back f d door 's flung wide in golden welcome; we're home. 8 1 / 5 0 / 5 0