Wimbleton of the forest

These stories of Wimbleton are very old, for nothing has been heard of the woodland village for many years. But the old people who live in the countries that border the Great Forest still remember and tell tales of Wimbleton on cold winter nights. By now, Jenny, Tucker, Jill, and the other children of the forest will have grown up and have children of their own. Assuming, of course, that the stories are true. Many mothers and fathers say that Wimbleton is just a faery tale. But the fellow who told me the stories of Wimbleton-In-The-Forest said they were true, and he should know, because he was born there.\nA work of fiction by Alan Lance Andersen.