4-11

       "What happened?" asked Cab. And who are you?
       "I'm Tell, I think. I'm your sister," said his sister Tell. "But I don't remember our last name. I think it may be Lodge. And we were out here hunting for the Snipe, which doesn't exist."
       Cab looked around the forest, like he was trying to see it for the first time. There in a shadow of a dogwood, he saw a stand of Indian Pipe. The pearly wet look of the fungus made it look out of place here, like someone had lost it in the woods.
       "Look at this," said Cab. "Wouldn't it be cool if this were the Snipe?"
       "It's just Indian Pipe"
       "Yes, but what if it was the Snipe? It's already fascinating, but if it were the Snipe, we'd never pass it by." Cab got down on the wet leaves covering the trail and looked closely.
        "You can't move it, Cab. Just take a picture if you're so 'fascinated'." In the stillness under the trees, they heard a small rustle from the dirt and debris that had been pushed up by the Indian Pipe in the night.
       "Did you hear that? Of course you did. I think it was a piece of leaf falling away from it. But it didn't move. I was watching it. It's growing, so slowly you can't see it."
        Tell was growing bored with her brother. She walked on ahead. The little wood was only a mile or so deep and about as wide. In its day, the trail would get morning visits from joggers and birdwatchers.