Maya, the dragonfly’s wife.

'Radical Forgiveness?' asked the dragonfly, 'Is that what forgiving the self is before becoming?'

'Before becoming? What? asked the rabbit, very confused.

'Less Radical. Or more. Depends which way you look at it..’ said the dragonfly barely moving a muscle.

‘Sometimes I think you are being deliberately superficial!’ said Maya, the dragonfly’s wife, stepping onto her bicycle. The rabbit looked this way, and that, and didn’t say a word, except 'Fisherman!'

‘You want to go somewhere?’ asked the dragonfly, keeping perfectly still.

‘Yes. Of course dear,’ she replied, remarking on the splendid neatness of line, of a nearby damselfly’s dress, so steady against the breeze.

'Fisherman! Fisherman!' said the rabbit, sneezing loud enough for the damselfly to feel a slight chill of wing muscle, and stretch, in all directions.

'Splendid!' said the dragonfly's wife.