The young satyr clambered up the trunk and was soon straddling the elm branch.

He embraced his friend, but the young satyr's eyes were already dull and empty.

He felt like a young satyr, yet he dimly sensed that he was also a puppet.

Then one day Dionysus was out in the woods with his best friend, a young satyr boy named Ampelos.

Darger ran out and placed himself in front of the first, a pimplyfaced young satyr lugging a leather bucketful of water.

One of the young satyrs snickered, but Papatragos quelled him with a look.

Untouched, O young Satyr, does thy reed utter a sound, or why leaning sideways dost thou put thine ear to the pipe?