I could be, with a leaf in my mouth, a four-legged animal carrying a large oblong backpack from which hang jewelry (who knows to whom they are going, or where they are going), or a little house with two trees on the roof (how did they end up there?). Or even a shrew with a grinning smile, hair and scarf fluttering in the wind, or a fat hen, or maybe a medieval castle (will it be ready for the party?). Its proximity to the books makes it contagious: here every day there is a chance for a new story.