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A Malkavian Tale


I plucked a Plum from its place amidst the Trees.
I asked it why it hung from the limbs left to the Bees of the Queenly Rule.

It said to me "Because I choose too" And that was that.

I plucked a Peach from its place amidst the limbs.
I asked it why it hung from the limbs left to the rims of the Robins breast.

It said to me "Because I choose too" And that was that.

I plucked a Cherry from its place Amidst the Bunches.
I asked it why it hung from the limbs left to the lunches of The Sparrow and Hawk.

It said to me "Because I choose to" I ate him, but he protested all the way down.

Indeed tis a strange world this...One says one thing but means another...Why might I ask is that?
I gave the chap a sporting chance, when he said I had eaten his cherry. The berry wasn't very good, and the merry little man at the base of the Tree, was threatening me in much an ill stance.
Peculiar no?

He continued to hurtle his insults and obscenities, ruining the serenities? Serenities? that a word? How absurd...Anyway, I was forced to react to the Turtle like twit, moving slow in his Barrage of "You cad!" "You Git"...

Now I implore you kind sir, or the reader of this tale. Was it kind of him to concure that I was a git of the cedar? the very tree I was to hail.

No! of course not. Precisely...

Suffice it to say Kind sir or madame, For I am neither eve nor adam, 'twas an unfortunate affair, that Provoked this Rhyme, over a cherry, or a berry, whichever it had been at the Time.

So...

I dropped a marble on him. Not a cats eye My favourite of the pack, or a mist in the meadows, no Beauty given slack on the fine piece of this marblesque whim.

Indeed he hushed after this kindly motion. For the notion had confused me to wits bend. He had collapsed at the base of my Cedar Dear reader. Unfortunately for him, His life had come to an end.

So the lesson for today Dear Madame or Mister? Dear Brother of the Fold Or Coven sister? Tis simple a matter a brush of the shouler. Never drop a boulder on a man from the Height of a Cedar dear reader...His skull isn't as brick hard as It seems...


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