The Legend of the Bleeding heart, the story follows as : In days of old, when all things in the Wood had speech, there lived within its depths a lone Flax spinner. She was a bent old creature, and ill to look upon, but all the tongues of all the forest leaves were ever kept a wagging with the story of her kindly deeds. And even to this day they sometimes whisper low among themselves (because they fain would hold in mind so sweet a tale) the story of her kindness to the little orphan, Olga.