It is Midsummer Eve in the Sussex Weald. Around the fairy ring, you dance in innocent fun. Suddenly, a strange creature appears from out of legend and dreams. His impish smile and wide, sparkling eyes make the creature seem as young as a newborn babe. But you can sense that he is much older -- as old as Britain itself. His name is Puck, and he is an Old Thing. His bones are as old and powerful as the Oak, Ash and Thorn.