She discovered the meadow quite by accident while meandering about the woods behind her home.  It was solitary perfection, an expanse of emerald green, lush and fragrant, with patches of the most intense yellows and purples, blues and whites scattered throughout.  She was immediately struck with the realization that here, in this small secluded paradise, was the privacy she'd longed for where all her joyous inhibition could be expressed through dancing with sweet, wild abandonment, unencumbered by clothes or peering lustful eyes to interrupt. 

 Having studied the terrain carefully, being assured she was quite alone, she removed her sandals and lifted her dress high over her head letting it drop to the grass.  Drenched in the noonday sun, her body, a work of sensual perfection, began to sway to the music of her life.  Turning and moving, moving and turning until without forethought, she leapt high into the air never touching earth again until the fading of the light.  Delightfully exhausted, she lay down in the grass, adrift in the pure ecstasy of having discovered her very own field of dreams.  When she was fully rested, she gathered her clothes, reluctantly put them on and made her way home, determined to return again tomorrow and dance once more as she had danced today.  

She had no knowledge of the sly black wolf watching from an old grove of trees at the edge of the woods.