Boris spent most of his nights chopping. It didn't bother anyone too much. What did amaze everyone was where he managed to find them, these 'Unhappies' who were all too willing to put themselves in the care, and under the soft gentle hand of Boris. They were always grateful and always left presents. But their most precious gift of all was when they returned the following spring and summer, pushing their petalled faces, smiling and world weary toward us, telling silent stories of adventures below.