Storytelling

In the beginning,

you don't take the road.

In the beginning

you wonder what it'll bring, whether you even care.

What do I care

how my life will be

why should I care?

I enjoy life anyway

Yet that ... thing, this story

shows up in yer mind sometimes

before being long gone

then comes back 'n nags ye

then it's gone again.

This is a tale about Devon the Pig and Sneakygoose the Goat I have heard time ago from a fellow storyteller.
As we carriers of tales are a sociable bunch it is always encouraged to take such tales on into ones own portfolio and recite it whenever a time and place for people wishing to escape their daily lives for a little while.
Me myself I am a proponent of conserving tales on paper so they might not vanish in time or to minds growing older.

This is a tale about Devon the Pig and Sneakygoose the Goat I have heard time ago from a fellow storyteller.
As we carriers of tales are a sociable bunch it is always encouraged to take such tales on into ones own portfolio and recite it whenever a time and place for people wishing to escape their daily lives for a little while.
Me myself I am a proponent of conserving tales on paper so they might not vanish in time or to minds growing older.

This now is the story of how Sneakygoose the Goat steals all Devons riches.

This is a tale about Devon the Pig and Sneakygoose the Goat I have heard time ago from a fellow storyteller.
As we carriers of tales are a sociable bunch it is always encouraged to take such tales on into ones own portfolio and recite it whenever a time and place for people wishing to escape their daily lives for a little while.
Me myself, I am a proponent of conserving tales in written form so they might not vanish in time or to minds growing weary.

This now is the story of how Devon The Pig and Sneakygoose The Goat met for the very first time.

There was once a princess, beautiful as a sunrise, with golden hair, and eyes blue as the summer sky. Her life was planned for her, since the day of her birth, to the day she would die. She was to marry a prince, and bear him children, and endure whatever her husband would see fit to do. So she was prepared by countless nannys and teachers. Rarely has she seen her parents. Thus time passed, and the girl grew more and more beautiful with each day.

Lisiane took off her hat and laid it one her laps, as she always did, she then looked at the children gathered before her, the willing listeners she always loved.

I've heard you want me to tell you a story?

She asked, a smile on her face. The children all noded in agreement, and so she leaned back in her chair.

Very well, make yourselves as comfortable as you can and let's have an adventure of our own.

She watched the children shift in their places, she waited untill they stoped moving before the story began.