Gilly the Bard was a merry fellow,His hair was green and his teeth were yellow.Fiddling fiddlers all day longWhispering stories of ages far goneLost in between reality and songWith all of it, he was done !"Indeed!" The bard screamed to the old man. "Don't lie, don't say you know it all!""Well, well, let us not lose our temper, now." The old man said in a very relaxed manner. He was a Fuzzy Furball and Fuzzy Furballs are always over-excited about the most peculiar things when they are young, and even when they grow old, they still have that foolish over-joy, but they are relaxed... much more relaxed and gentle."I'm tired of this! All I've ever done was drink tea and cheap wine, fool around with servant girls in the inns and sing about all sorts of crazilly glorious things to entertain drunkards in taverns. I deserve no glory ! I want to go back to all of that.""He--he-hehe-he-he! He!" Fuzzy Furballs had a very annoying laugh and not even Gilly, who lived long in their lands, could ever ...