Not RAINFOREST.
Not JUNGLE.
Not WILDERNESS.
Not GROVE.
Not WOODLAND.
Nor CLEARING, either, because this is not in the clearing. It should be looked for rather in the tilted beams and streaks of light piercing the green dusk.
Just ordinarily FOREST (forget the double r), like ordinary is the forest here.
But those who are connoisseurs of game and expect to get here roasted deer haunch or anything like that will be dramatically disappointed. Due to the fact this forest is not wild, though it looks little bit like wild. And if it is not wild, nothing wild lives in it (what a wild logic it is!). So, the connoisseurs of tame will be satisfied. Especially the lovers of exquisite desserts, like wild strawberries with whipped cream (cream in the forest? how come? do the cream trees grow here? oh, let it be our sweet secret). Lovers of mushrooms will not be satisfied, either. No mushroom soup will be served, never, for it is the most hideous soup of all known soups – mushrooms are wild creatures and they don't grow in this civilised, tame forest. The wild strawberries are something different. Can something so delicate, subtle and shy be really wild?
