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"I will continue singing to the two humans who came tonight," said the river Shemaya. "It is my way. Once they open themselves to my sounds, I enter their consciousness and will always be available to them."

Sycamore replied, "Yes, the humans have forgotten our friendship and wisdom, but it enters them nevertheless. All it takes is a little time and a state of attentiveness."

Raccoon joined the conversation, "They will be back soon. I have been watching them. I sense their intention to learn from nature. They just do not quite know how yet."

"How unfortunate," said EC as she approached them. "I can't keep all of this in order without human cooperation. They expect the forests and rivers to continue giving to them, yet they leave more and more trash wherever they go. And some of it is very foul. It used to be that I would wander my woods route and find a few interesting things. I have quite a collection of alphabet letters from boxes and cans. We have made a game of them.

"Strings and ribbons are useful, and some of the toys and sparkly things have been enjoyed by the children, but we have found no use for the things which spoil the water and soil. I speak to most of you nature spirits every day to make sure your needs are met, but sometimes your entire habitat has been destroyed. I just don't know what to do."

"Keep trying to get their attention, EC," said Sycamore. Some of the humans are awakening to us as living beings."

"I remember the old days. George and I would meet up on the hill, bring baskets of nuts, berries and wild vegetables, our harmonicas, the picnic cloth I made from someone's lost scarf and Juanita's hand-carved bowls and utensils. We would spread everything in the sun to receive Sun's blessing and summon a few friends with a tune.

"But last year, our favorite spot was gone. I can barely talk about it. Robin lost his home. The owl family left. No need to go on. You know the story. George and I were just sick with sadness. I gathered my alphabet letters and tried to leave a note, but I just couldn't make the right words come out.

"George comforted me by saying he would wander closer to town, play his harmonica and see if he could get anyone to follow him. He figured if they could hear his tune even though he was invisible to them, he could lure them to the hilltop, and being persons of exceptional sensitivity, they would be shocked at the devastation of our holy ground."

"Tonight, EC, we have been visited by two humans who sat a long while listening to Shemaya. They might be the people you are looking for. Raccoon says they will be back. We will send him to fetch you when they return."

EC thanked Sycamore for his thoughtfulness, gave Raccoon a pat, nodded to Shemaya and headed for her home in the old Oak. She could sleep a little better knowing that someone might be alive in the human realm who could talk sense into their kind. She cuddled up to George in the way only the Little People do, bringing his tunes to mind and letting them guide her dreams.