The Kingdoms of Arbor and Pomosa stood back-to-back Each had a castle bristling with guards Arbor was plush with trees in every shade of green woods and orchards full of mushrooms fruit and birds Pomosa was rich too golden with wheat fields silver lakes and creamy milkful cows A high thorn hedge separated the two territories
Sometimes it’s true the people of Pomosa would look across at the plush forests and say If only we had trees It is hard to make wheat-flour into loaves without wood to heat the bread ovens And the children heard them say it
Sometimes the people of Arbor would look across at Pomosa and say If only we had wheat and rice we could make into pies and porridge and pancakes And the children heard them say it
