The work an unknown good man has done is like a vein of water flowing hidden underground secretly making the ground green.

And I tell you having girls has made me a much better man. I have friends who are fathers but they only have boys and they have the same attitude toward women they always had you know? And I don't play that... My girls you mess with them? I will bury you underground.

The artist one day falls through a hole in the brambles and from that moment he is following the dark rapids of an underground river which may sometimes flow so near to the surface that the laughing picnic parties are heard above.