I think Sigyn and the human female must be part squirrel. There is something acquisitive in them that compels them to pick up every shiny round haycorn and stuff their pockets with them. (I suspect the human female stuffs her cheeks with them as well, when no one is looking.)
There is a plentitude of haycorns about–it has been a good year for them. The actual squirrels are fat and happy. The human female is also plumping out her sweaters in a way that adds weight (weight–Ehehehe!) to my theory about her secretive munchings. At any rate, as Sigyn says, “Hooray for oak trees!”
A number of haycorns seem to have followed us home from the park. Now it’s time for—Great Frigga’s corset! What is the human female doing with those things? Is she making some sort of pauper’s haycorn soup?
Ah. Sigyn has explained that these haycorns are from water oaks, a species the human female would like to have on the property. This is apparently the “float test.” The ones that float have been nibbled internally by bugs and would not sprout. The ones that sink are still good. She’ll put them in something damp and tuck them away in the cooling box for a nap and plant them in the spring. (If she remembers–she has a long and distinguished record of stashing seeds in there and forgetting them entirely.)
Oh, too bad. A large number of them are floating and there will only be a few to plant. Human, you have chosen poorly.
However, Sigyn can make excellent use of the remnants.
Mais oui, mon amour, ton petit chapeau est très, très charmant.