Malý lesní průvodce – Wagnerová Magdalena (2015)

Paths are lost God knows where, every moment some unknown sound echoes from somewhere, something ominously cracks and rustles all the time, and when dusk falls, the air is saturated with evening dew and the forest is cloaked in a dark, blue-green shadow. Vever closes one of his many learned books that he had just been reading, leaves his dwelling between two old oaks, and carefully descends the ladder to try to convince someone in the Black Glade that he is not an ordinary squirrel. If he doesn't meet anyone, at least he will survey his kingdom. What does it matter that the head of this forest has been the squirrel queen, the wise Vevera IV from Zrzavice, since time immemorial? Vever is deep in his vain squirrel soul convinced that it is he who is the most important here. Despite this, life here unfolds in well-trodden blue-green tracks. Will-o'-the-wisps tell some nonsense at every turn. The badger visits the squirrel once a year to borrow a book and have something to read for the following year. Mr. gamekeeper Josef Hrozný does not get angry even when he stumbles over a wandering root. The stumps are silent as if they were cut. The owl avoids people and hoots from morning till evening. The dwarf Vachtl - a rather unreliable and suspicious individual - is in cahoots with poisonous toadstools. Everyone...