You are entering story time. A time and place where the confines and rules of this world slip away, and the imagination is set free. Strange and wonderous things can happen. This is a place where mountains are made from scarlet crystals, the wind whispers secrets in your ears, stones hold the wisdom of the ages and trees walk by your side. This is a place where shape shifters roam the land, where human beings and animals speak the same language, where words are like magic. This is imagination time, this is story time, this is once upon a time. These are stories so old that no one knows who wrote them. They come from a time when the spoken word was the local library, theater, television and newspaper. They have made their way to us through hundreds and thousands of years of hopes, dreams and wisdom. These ancient stories have a way of touching our minds, our hearts and sometimes our funny bones. They tell of heroes, heroines, tricksters, simple folk, journeys long and arduous, joy, sorrow, life and death. They are told so that the people will remember and hold on until springtime comes into their lives once more.