>Even in the dry heat of summer's end, the great forest was never silent. Along the ground - soft, bare soil, twigs and fallen branches, decaying leaves black as ashes - there ran a continuous flow of sound. As a fire burns with a murmur of flames, with the intermitting crack of exploding knots im the logs and the falling and settling of coal, so on the forest floor the hours of dusky light consumed away with rustlings, patterings, sighing and dying of breeze, scuttlings of rodents, snakes, lizards and now and then the padding of some larger animal on the move. Above, the green dusk of creepers and branches formed another realm, inhabited by the monkeys and sloths, by hunting spiders and birds inumerable -creatures passing all their lives high above the ground. Here the noises were louder and harsher - chattering, sudden cacklings and screams, hollow knockings, bell-like calls and the swish of disturbed leaves and branches. Higher still, in the topmost tiers, where the sunlight fell upon the outer surface of the forest as upon the upper side of an expense of green clouds, the raucous gloom gave place to a silent brightness, the province of great butterflies flitting across the sprays in a solitude where no eye admired nor any ear caught the minute sounds made by those marvelous wings. The creatures of the forest floor - like the blind, grotesque fish that dwell in the ocean depths - inhabited, all unaware, the lowest tier of a world extending vertically from shadowless twilight to shadeless, dazzling brilliance. Creeping or scampering upon their furtive ways, they seldom went far and saw little of sun and moon. A thicket of thorn, a maze of burrows among tree-trunks, a slope littered with rocks and stones - such places were almost all their inhabitants ever knew of the earth where they lived and died. Born there, they survived for a while, coming to know every inch within their narrow bounds. From time to time a few might stray farther -- when prey or forage failed, or more rarely, through the irruption of some uncomprehended force from beyond their daily lives.
i'll be honest this is the last book i really read 5 years ago
like real book of considerable length book, I've read shorter books like 100-200 pages since then
I thought that Hazel was a pretty good leader in this book, it was a rather strange thing to get from it, but I thought that aspect was extremely well written for a children's book about rabbits
I thought the world-building for this book was surprisingly good as well. I think there are sequels, but the world building for this was almost as good as LOTR or Dune. :3
A cat could be “The princess with nimble feet”
Sounds cute
A game: invent some of these, and then see if people guess the same animal you were thinking of. A bit like making up riddles.
Prince With A Thousand Bodyguards — Porcupine
Prince Of The Thousand-League Kingdom — Albatross
Prince Who Watched The Dinosaurs Die — Crocodile
Wow, these are pretty good
youre smart
I cant think of any
Do you have any more?
How many do you want?
Prince With A Thousand Stepfathers — Cuckoo
Princess Chased From A Thousand Feasts — Housefly
Queen Who Flows Like Water — Snake
Prince Who Dines On Unborn Children — Weasel (or anything else that eats eggs)
Prince Of The Four Seasons — Robin (or any other bird that doesn't migrate)
Princess Who Pulls A Palace From Her Toes — Spider
King For Whom The Tree Steps Aside — Elephant
Woah, you’re really good
Do domesticated animals please
Frick this book is so good.
Richard Adams is based. The opening passage to Shardik is probably tge coolest opening I've read to a novel
On my phone but I'll post it later
>Even in the dry heat of summer's end, the great forest was never silent. Along the ground - soft, bare soil, twigs and fallen branches, decaying leaves black as ashes - there ran a continuous flow of sound. As a fire burns with a murmur of flames, with the intermitting crack of exploding knots im the logs and the falling and settling of coal, so on the forest floor the hours of dusky light consumed away with rustlings, patterings, sighing and dying of breeze, scuttlings of rodents, snakes, lizards and now and then the padding of some larger animal on the move. Above, the green dusk of creepers and branches formed another realm, inhabited by the monkeys and sloths, by hunting spiders and birds inumerable -creatures passing all their lives high above the ground. Here the noises were louder and harsher - chattering, sudden cacklings and screams, hollow knockings, bell-like calls and the swish of disturbed leaves and branches. Higher still, in the topmost tiers, where the sunlight fell upon the outer surface of the forest as upon the upper side of an expense of green clouds, the raucous gloom gave place to a silent brightness, the province of great butterflies flitting across the sprays in a solitude where no eye admired nor any ear caught the minute sounds made by those marvelous wings. The creatures of the forest floor - like the blind, grotesque fish that dwell in the ocean depths - inhabited, all unaware, the lowest tier of a world extending vertically from shadowless twilight to shadeless, dazzling brilliance. Creeping or scampering upon their furtive ways, they seldom went far and saw little of sun and moon. A thicket of thorn, a maze of burrows among tree-trunks, a slope littered with rocks and stones - such places were almost all their inhabitants ever knew of the earth where they lived and died. Born there, they survived for a while, coming to know every inch within their narrow bounds. From time to time a few might stray farther -- when prey or forage failed, or more rarely, through the irruption of some uncomprehended force from beyond their daily lives.
quite moving
there are monkeys in the UK forests?
No, unless you count the British hikers
the prince with lots of rabbits to eat.
That would be basically every predator
i'll be honest this is the last book i really read 5 years ago
like real book of considerable length book, I've read shorter books like 100-200 pages since then
I thought that Hazel was a pretty good leader in this book, it was a rather strange thing to get from it, but I thought that aspect was extremely well written for a children's book about rabbits
Absolutely.
I thought the world-building for this book was surprisingly good as well. I think there are sequels, but the world building for this was almost as good as LOTR or Dune. :3