From the Forest People: Fantasy

The translucent leaves were curled tightly around the package on his doorstep. He hesitated before approaching. The forest people had sometimes traded with him, by taking what it was they wanted and leaving what they thought to be a fair exchange. He was careful never to leave out anything that he didn't mind losing, and he had made a good profit off the forest people's leavings, a time or two. They never left something worthless; they always gave fair or better value, by their own particular standards. He tilted his head and stepped a little closer. Something in the leaf package moved. He jerked back, then caught himself. Had they sent him a new kind of animal for his farm? He--

Inspiration: Sun shining through the leaves of the potted plant on top of my desk.
Story Potential: Medium
Notes: And it's a baby. Or one of their own people, if they're small. Or something else alive and with an interesting challenge to it.