The boy who lived in the woods

There was a boy who lived in the trees. He used moss and soft leaves for clothes and drank the crystal  stream water and ate blackberries.  He wandered through the forest.  At night, he hid in the hollowed trunk of an old redwood and watched the fairies dance until he fell asleep.  He gathered acorns and dug up tubers to eat.  He had a raven friend who talked to him.  He laid out berries for the raven.  The raven told him about flying through clouds, lightning almost hits, and massive storms.  The raven told him about things that he saw from the sky, like odd things that looked like the boy who lived in squares and all kinds of animals.  The brown bear who roamed the forest was skilled at fishing where the river got bigger and the boy would watch and wait for an opportunity  to sneak in like the wind while the bear was preoccupied and steal a fish.  The bear would roar at him a bit, but had so many other fish to eat that he didn't bother coming after the fleet boy, who would run off like a breeze.  He had a knife that he'd found, and sharpened it on a piece of metal he'd found.  The rocks that were near one of the caves by the green stream made sparks when he hit them with his knife, so he used them to light up dried pieces of moss and twigs for fires.  After slicing up the fish, he would light a fire and cook it just a bit.  The clean smoky flavor was one of the best things he knew about.  Sometimes he would follow the herds of deer as they moved around, always just out of sight.  Once he found a lame fawn whose leg broke somehow.  He thought of cooking and eating it like he did the fish, but it looked at him with such wide eyes that he let it get away.  The boy noticed its corpse having been mangled by wolves the night before.  He pulled some bones off to chew on later, and skinned it as hastily as possible before the wolves returned.  He stretched it tightly between the branches at the top of one of his favorite trees so that the wolves couldn't find it.