It was late, once upon a night so terribly dreary,
as, in the bath, I binged on many tinned anchovies. (Sorry about the
mess.)
All the world and my thoughts had me quite weary,
while I focused on each and all of my follies. (I don't have that many,
ha!)

Mouth full of fish.. LO! I spied a great bug! (Great as in size, not
appearance)
It was large but as common as a cat in Tasur'ke. (See.)
Spanning the width of my hand, it was a lug,
and, fluttering off to the roof, it did make its way. (More like
dragging itself. It was HUGE!)

During my chase, I forgot my shirt, pants, and shoes
and balanced on top of the house above my attic room. (I should have
sold tickets.)
Sadly the sky was pouring, the roof slippery and loose,
so that when the moth landed, I pounced and met my doom. (Actually.. I'm
glad I didn't)

The thatch roof gave out and downwards I did tumble. (onto my bed,
luckily)
Softly though, as my room is full of treasures and.. stuff..
though the rubble from above stood out not so subtle.
Worried, I barricaded the doorway hoping it was enough. (I didn't want
anyone to see the mess.)

Grabbing some clothes from the pile needing to be laundered,
and, back out the hole above, I did exit with much speed. (Well.. not
much. Climbing was difficult.)
So began my journey, as around Esterport I then wandered.
The escaped moth.. AHA! Catching it was no want. It was a NEED!
(Self-preservation)

I had to prove to my brother that the damage was not my fault.
Sadly, it perished when eaten by a frog near a tepid lake. (Sometimes I
hate frogs.)
The damage not mine yet I was to be target of scolding assault.
Without valid proof, I would be considered a liar and fake!

So brother.. Q.. sorry about the roof. It really, REALLY was not me. Not
my fault! It was not my fault! I'll clean the bath later though. That
was my fault. I was distracted by the bug!

Love,
Frithen.

Your dearest darling brother that you forgive and love so very much.













Penned by my hand on Tisday, the 5th of Lanosian, in the year 467 MA.