Today, whilst i was minding my own business ( kind of ) in the square, Ceigan and I crossed a lost child, and attempted to assist him in the finding of his mother. We gave him some toys to keep him occupied, and those worked for a little bit. Soon enough, His mother walked into the square. She had a green tinge to her skin, as if she was a little sickly. Her clothing was also torn, ragged, and dirty. When we attempted to return the child, he muttered something about her killing us, and 'god' sorting us out. Now, i dont know who this god is, but whoever he is, he doesnt seem to have given the gift of respect to ones' mother! No no, definately not! The mother then proceeded to leave her child by the well ( a VERY dangerous place to leave such a small child ) and pushed us out of the way. The child then called her such a stunningly profane word that i am almost afraid to repeat it! She called him an ORC! The nerve of the child! Apparently, the child became bored with the scissors and saw we gave him, and he then threw them back at us. I believe one of the toys collided with Ceigans leg! such Violence can only be learned from ones mother!
It is the dire concern Ceigan and I hold for the well being of family life that compells me to scribe this message upon the wall. We believe that the only solution to this problem is for every family to increase their sock rations two fold! The Magenta Troll will work this out! You'll see! he always does!
Sincerely,
~Master Sock Dispenser~
~Declarer of Feast Daysr~
~Follower of the Prancing Magenta Troll~
~Writer of Splendid Songs~
~Chariman of Family Life Organization~
