Fuzzy: The Dragons Den
New day.
With the summer over and autumn drawing to a close, it would soon be too cold to travel far. With winter would come the snow, storms, ice and fog for which the region was famed. Soon it would be time for warm fires, mulled wines and warm, sticky puddings.
But now the harvest was in, and the new city's suppliers for the winter secured, it was time for a celebration. New ales are available at the bar, and warming stews and puddings are already starting to show on the menu.
Up on the small stage an itinerant performer recites a simple folk poem, that describes a country boy's education.
Boy and Uncle marching proud,
Calling critters names aloud,
Travelling o'er ground unploughed
Through early morning's misty shroud.
Another trip, already vowed!
Look there! Quickly! See?
See the squirrel climb the tree?
He hides his nuts from you and me.
A Cabbage White, that butterfly,
Dipping low, then flapping high.
He checks for food, that he might spy.
Watch the rabbit in his hole,
Skirting round the tree trunk's bole,
Looking deep within your soul?
Feathered grouse, hid underfoot
Wingtip feathers black like soot.
Eggs in nest, so nicely put.
Foxgloves standing in the dells
With flowery spikes of purple bells
Deadly poison, and death foretells.
Staghorn beetle's spiky nose,
Grubbing round the dead thorn rose.
Then taking up a fighting pose
Vixen in her covered den!
Blood and feathers from a hen,
'Twas taken from the farmers pen.
Rufus Robin on the twig,
Jumping down to earth to dig.
He's finding worms, both fat and big
Watch the eagle way up there
Smaller creatures all beware,
And head home swiftly, for your lair
Boy and Uncle marching proud,
Calling critters names aloud,
Travelling o'er ground unploughed
Through early morning's misty shroud.
Another trip already vowed!