Walking through the forest Saffron is immersed within the wizard's letter, smiling and squinting Saffron looks again to the sky. Her foot begins to hurt, taking off her shoe, Saffron sees a spider that has been snuggled up inside. Shocked by what she has found, Saffron shakes the shoe and the spider falls to the snow covered floor. Uncertain of where to go the spider searches for cover. Unfortunately for this poor spider however, a blackbird has been watching and swoops down, grasping the spider within its crooked claws. "No!" screams Saffron, "I'm sorry, I didn't know".
Scene 4. Ext. Forest. Day
As the day passes, the snow melts and a small breeze passes along Saffron's cheek. Following the breeze with all of her senses, Saffron notices a group of young friends struggling to push a wheelbarrow full of wood up the hillside. Six help, whilst one, who is too young, watches at the back, holding a bunch of wild flowers. As Saffron watches them struggle, she decides to go and help. As soon as Saffron helps, the work doesn't seem so hard anymore and groups expression change from sadness to joy. Once at the top of the hill the group get their breath back and offer Saffron a gift, seven handmade letters. The envelopes once again contain different versions of the same inlaid red rose. Taking the letters with a sense of wonder, Saffron exchanges these gifts for her own feathers. After a warm drink and a smile, Saffron magically transforms the friends faces to colourfully, painted animals. The group all look at each other in amazement and smile, waving goodbye to Saffron, they know that this memory will stay with them forever.
Scene 5. Ext. Various. Day
As the day begins to fade and dusk arrives, the colours in the forest change. The leaves grow greener and the land becomes deeper. Saffron's journey leads her through many lands encountering characters as she goes. Some men are revolutionists from Quebec, others are Clowns with no home, one man is an explorer who has travelled many miles with his story for Saffron. Glamorous women from the 1950's tell tales, of the way the used dance and skip and play.
With every new story a new smile grows, Saffron's wrinkles become fuller and her cheeks ache with joy and laughter. Stories and memories are there to be shared by all, to everyone.