Wading through a puddle of muddy water,
was a troll wearing sunglasses. We'll call him
His head was looking downward
and he hummed a little tune, as he dragged his
It just happened to be a beautiful day
after a heavy rain. As Lattamont trudged through
through the mud, seven raggedy vagabonds stopped
him in his path. One of them spoke.
He asked Lattamont, "What in the hell are you, anyway?"
Lattamont was stunned. He wasn't quite sure what
to say. This had never happened to him before.
Lattamont was a quick thinker, however, so he said
to the group, " I am the fairy king!"
The seven raggedy vagabonds all looked at each
other briefly, then turned and walked away,