Forest

She ist still very young, less than 100 Years, yet. Her name is Segundl and she is a Gnome-girl.
Segundl is very shy and easily frightened. She rarely turnes up to be seen by humans.
Her best friends ar the birds of the wood she lives in. They use to visit her and tell her all the news they hear during the day. And there's a lot a little bird can listen to...

"Hi! I'm Bosco, a Wood-gnome. But as I love snow more than anything, everyone calls me the Winter-gnome.
Well, I don't care. But it's true, I love winter, snow and ice. It is so beautiful when everything ist white and sparkling! Ans if you dress up warm enough, it reallyx doesn't matter, when it's freezing. But most of all, winter is the time for my favorite fad: Skating. So, I'm on my way to the lake in the middle of the woods. Right now it is freezed up. The best place for skating you can think of!"

Autum is the time, he loves most - the Erl-King. Nobody describes him better than Johann Wolfgang von Goethe in his poem. Here is a translation of Sir Walter Scott:

O who rides by night thro' the woodland so wild?
It is the fond father embracing his child;
And close the boy nestles within his loved arm,
To hold himself fast, and to keep himself warm.

"O father, see yonder! see yonder!" he says;
"My boy, upon what dost thou fearfully gaze?"
"O, 'tis the Erl-King with his crown and his shroud."
"No, my son, it is but a dark wreath of the cloud."

"O come and go with me, thou loveliest child;
By many a gay sport shall thy time be beguiled;
My mother keeps for theee many a fair toy,
And many a fine flower shall she pluck for my boy."

"O father, my father, and did you not hear
The Erl-King whisper so low in my ear?"
"Be still, my heart's darling--my child, be at ease;
It was but the wild blast as it sung thro' the trees."

"O wilt thou go with me, thou loveliest boy?
My daughter shall tend thee with care and with joy;
She shall bear three so lightlyt thro' wet and thro' wild,
And press thee, and kiss thee, and sing to my child."

"O father, my father, and saw you not plain
The Erl-King's pale daughter glide past thro' the rain?"
"Oh yes, my loved treasure, I knew it full soon;
It was the grey willow that danced to the moon."

"O come and go with me, no longer delay,
Or else, silly child, I will drag thee away."
"O father! O father! now, now, keep your hold,
The Erl-King has seized me--his grasp is so cold!"

Sore trembled the father; he spurr'd thro' the wild,
Clasping close to his bosom his shuddering child;
He reaches his dwelling in doubt and in dread,
But, clasp'd to his bosom, the infant was dead.

Wutz, a gnome of the woods

Shaggy and tufted he is, this gnome called Wutz. He loves to play pranks on humans who come through the wood, he lives in. Thus for he has several little bells dangling from his cane,

that can make a lot of noise. If this does not shock the stroller, Wutz would appear in front of him, size of a dwarf - a small dwarf. And then he will grow before the very eyes of the human until he seeems to reach the sky with his fingertip. When the wanderer turns away in fright, Wutz would laugh at him and disappear again. But Wutz is harmless. He never has done any harm to people. On the contrary he often is at hand when someone really needs help.

A Fairy, tired of dancing, laid herself down on the soft moss-bed in Sorcerer's Grove. Look at her dress, studded with hundrets of sparkling blue stones as it flows in elegant folds on the ground.

One of the loviliest Woodspirits is Wilja. She was at home in the Bavarian Forest before she moved to Sorcerer's Grove. Usually she lives, where the underwood is the thickest but sometimes she comes out to visit the people who live in the forest. If you are able to lend her a hand on something, she will pay you with leaves or dirt. Do not throw it away! Do not curse on her! Simple thank her and carry her gift at home. You will find it turned into pure gold, when you empty your pockets in your room. Well, that is the reward of a Woodsprite. So be careful, you will never get a second chance!

This is Hermona, a Fairy of the Woods. She loves to live under the trees which mean shelter and home. Plain land without trees makes her feel uncomfortable. So she stays in her forest, caring for the plants and for the animals aswell. And they love her in return - just like these birds, which came to visit her and sing sweet songs to please her.