Oliver looked up from a shrub of his favorite thing to eat in the whole woods, the blue-flowered orange grasses, because a great red star had appeared in the sky. "What the heck is that?" Oliver asked. But nobody was there to answer him.
Oliver went to his friend Bobe who was shrouded in an aura of blue light Oliver hadn't noticed until he looked really hard.
"What do you think that fun star is, Bobe?" Oliver asked. "Who cares," said Bobe. "For I am only interested in eating of the sweet orange grass of the blue flowers that grows at our feet."
Oliver left Bobe and found his pointy-snouted friend Ruth, who ate at her favorite meal, the blue-auraed snake.
"What would you tell me if I asked what that new shape is in the gray-day sky?" Oliver asked Ruth.
"I would tell you it is not a blue-auraed snake and to leave me be while I hunt."
Oliver left Ruth and found his striped friend Irene whose favorite meal was meat from the windmill-animal.
"What is that star up there, anyway?" Oliver asked. "Or is it a star? Or I mean what do you think?"
Irene gazed up at the star and said, "I cannot say, but unlike many in these woods I care and will direct you to the wise antler lord of the woods who is wisest of all the waggons."
Oliver had forgotten what the word 'waggon' meant. Then he remembered that any animal with a tail is called a waggon, and he, Oliver, was one, and so is everyone in this story.
Oliver went to the five-legged antler lord of the woods.
"What is that star?" Oliver asked. "I shall tell you what it is," the antler lord replied, "if you go to the toucan-forming tree and bring me a phial of its sap so I can have four legs like a regular antler lord."
Oliver climbed many heavily forested hillocks before he arrived at the toucan tree, which does not color them their mature color, as only flight can do.
"I come to take of your sap," said Oliver to the toucan tree, but because the tree is not a waggon, and only its avian fruit is, and it did not drop any of that avian fruit so recently discussed, the tree did not respond.
Oliver took the mystical phial proffered him by the antler lord and went to work.
He returned to the antler lord who bid him pour the sap onto his weird leg whereupon it dropped off and the antler lord was whole again rather than more than whole.
"The star you see in the sky is the mother of the orange grasses," the antler lord explained to little Oliver. "And soon you will have all you delight to eat."
The star approached and little creatures that were not waggons peeped from it and sprinkled orange grass seed all over. In a few months Oliver had plenty, and so did all of his dancing friends.