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The Welsh say, “She is casting rain,” not “it is raining,” and in Pwyll’s day men still knew why. Rain and sun, crops and the wombs of beasts and women, all were ruled by that old, mysterious Goddess from whose own womb all things had come in the beginning. The wild places were Hers, and the wild things were Her children.

Walter R. Brooks

Illustrated by Kurt Wiese

The Overlook Press

dozen other animals who were resting after their dip.