One morning, Ivanushka announced he was leaving to find
Next, the Wolf took him to the , an old woman sitting on a cloud, spinning gales into silk."Are you W?" Ivanushka asked."I am the Weaver," she sighed, her voice a gale. "I give the world its breath, but I am not your destination."Ivanushka gave her his flute. "You need a song to match your silk," he said. How Ivanushka the Fool Travelled in Search of W...
They rode like a streak of smoke across the steppe until they reached a well made of black glass. "Is this W?" Ivanushka asked the water."I am the Well," the water rippled. "I hold the world’s secrets, but I am not the end of your search.""Then take a secret for your trouble," Ivanushka said, dropping his crust of bread into the depths so the small fish below could feast. One morning, Ivanushka announced he was leaving to