and if you go to your secret forest meadow on a warm, sun shiny day, after the dew has burned off, you can hear them in the quiet of the moment in the dank, dark of their forest homes. And if you listen intently, you can even hear them sneeze. And if you lie very, very, very still, and you look really carefully, you will see their dancing in the swaying blossoms of the flowers upon the soft morning breeze.