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Chapter 10

The Ballad of Berrewellow -I-

There once was a gnome from Hillcrest,
Who wasn't quite like the rest.
Though he tried and he tried till mentally fried,
Maths and Magics he could not digest."

Frustrated, his professor would say,
Can't you please try to focus today?
But when he turned his back,
Swiftly Whildur would crack,
A new tale and start reading away.

Of his lacks were his parents alerted,
Academic failure MUST be averted!
Though they hemmed and they hawed,
Cried "Our child is FLAWED!,"
Whildur's passions could not be deserted."

At night when the boring would sleep,
Whildur out from his house would sneak.
Seeking out mirth and jest,
Though so rare in Hillcrest,
Dim-lit Taverns that pulsed with a beat.

Admiration he saw in the eyes,
Of the crowds that the singers would ply.
With a tune or a verse,
Improvised or rehearsed,
Spill poetry with coo and cry.

So he planned and awaited the day,
Tucked all his savings away.
He left Hillcrest behind,
Wiped a tear from his eye,
For the World young Whildur would play.