There is a legend in Mornwood. It speaks of a small golden fawn named Istoke. He never grows older. He stays small and playful, as light as a dandelion seed carried by the wind. His steps are quick and a little clumsy, full of that pure, unthinking joy that only the very young possess.

The ancient ones told stories of their visions. They saw him darting between the trees on his uncertain legs, curious about everything, a falling leaf, a dewdrop, the flicker of a firefly. He never stayed still for long.

He has been here for so many centuries that few remember who he is or where he came from. Some say he was one of the first inhabitants of Mornwood. Others believe he is a forest spirit who found shelter in the mysterious shade of The Curious Garden.

Busy Bee once told her friend the fruit fly that she had offered Istoke some nectar. He took it with a shy nudge of his nose. She turned to fetch another drop and when she looked back, he was gone. Only a faint golden dust lingered in the air, drifting slowly between the swaying fern leaves.

The fruit fly thought Busy Bee's imagination had simply run wild.

But they say that from that day on, Busy Bee became unusually talkative and curious. She started attending dance classes taught by the Bark Beetle. She studied botany under Professor Slug. And word of her new, unusual honey flavours spread far beyond The Curious Garden.

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