Alone in the stillness, alone in the thicket, I danced with sorrow in my heart--they despised my swift dance and would have been glad to kill me as I danced.

Suddenly my head began to grow heavy--How strange it is!--My head grew heavy.

Just as small and beautiful, just as wise and beautiful, it had suddenly grown terribly heavy; it bent my neck to the ground, and caused me pain.

Now I am somewhat used to it, but at first it was dreadfully awkward and painful.
I thought I was sick.
And suddenly...

Come closer to me.