He came upon a wizened little woman slumped on a wooden stump beneath a leaning tree. Time had not been kind to her. Her troubled soul had draped a sorrowful shroud of loneliness over her sagging shoulders.
As he ambled towards her, the old woman looked him in the eye as though seeking solace and succour. He felt her pain and knew that his charge was to soothe her sadness.
He reached into his pocket and flung a shower of shimmering silver stars into the air. As they floated around her, she smiled as did he. The sun cast off its cloak of cloud and all around, golden shards of light frolicked and danced to the merry tunes of songbirds.