In the dense forest
totally absorbed
in matters of thought
he abruptly found
that he was lost
in the midst
of a glen
where the
blindingly bright
rays of the sun
reached the ground.


The pigeon
that stopped him short
seemed quite inconspicuous
apart from his
fluent human speech:


"My good man;
the dean
at the university
of Gnuttonburough
has appointed me
as your guardian.

Shortly you will
be directed
out of this forest.


However; since
we are both here
I would like to
get your opinion
in a matter of certain
philosophical interest...


Well then; the vast
number of angels
occupying the top
of a pin is most probably
known to you.

Nevertheless..."


And the bird kept talking
as the shadows closed in...