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The Sleeper: An Adventure
'Neath the ocean, wide and deep,
Lies a mystery, a ruse.
A rock-hard statue lies in the wet,
So strange as to confuse.
A medallion around its neck,
A terrible pose it holds.
What manner was this faerie once?
Speak; I must be told.
The Slugawoo said to go away,
The fishermen knew naught.
A puzzlement to be revealed,
That was what I thought.
Traveling the briny sea,
Thinking I knew better,
I tried to ask the Maraquans,
Though all I got was wetter.
I swam 'till I found Altador,
I rested at its shores.
I recognized this Utopian place,
I believed I'd been there before.
A far-away memory, though, was it,
Something like a dream.
I was swimming in my idle thoughts.
To this, was there a theme?
I visited the Council Chambers,
I hoped to meet the king.
The guards said I was allowed to go.
I told him about the thing.
"It's nothing," he said with a gentle smile.
I huffed and turned around.
"Nothing?" I asked. "Seems quite a lot."
My mind filled with questions abound.
"A faerie just came and left, you see,"
The king tried to explain.
"More than just that," I replied in kind.
My retorts I did not refrain.
"'Twas just a simple problem,
But it's all fixed now.
So, please, just stay, have fun, go out!
About that, don't have a Kau."
I shook my head and walked away,
Useless the journey was not.
For when I turned around the bend,
What I saw -- well, it was a lot.
"The Sleeper," the Yurble said with a shrug.
"A pile of rubble today.
For when Jerdana shooed her out,
Into the sea did she stay."
The king did not give me an answer.
Fishermen, they took a guess.
To think that my question was answered
By a Yurble, a custodian, no less!
One of life's mysteries solved,
I continued on my way.
My answer I'll never forget,
Though the Yurble, with him I may.
The Ghost Lupe
Crimson eyes blaze in the dark
Can you hear his ghostly bark?
A spectral creature of the night
Causing many pets a fright
Of paws, or fins, or fur, or skin
The silent Ghost Lupe has no kin
His growl will heal all of your pain
While phantom howls ring through the rain
A challenge soon will be at hand
If you tread upon his land
But remember his protective steps
Guarding you from the jungle depths
He watches from the island shore
And though he's living nevermore;
There is something deep inside
A courage that he cannot hide
He waits in silence by the stone
Of Techo Mountain -- all alone
No one dares to come console
This darkened Ghost Lupe's vengeful soul
He sits there in the faded light
Of the moon that's out tonight
Wishing to redeem his ghost
He shall help who needs it most
If he's there, then do not fear
His regal nature's strong, but drear
Inside his glare's a softened smile
He'll help out once in awhile
So gaze into the skies of night
The Ghost Lupe may just be in sight
Shenkuu, vivid memories
Of times once true.
With her lovely scenery dancing,
Upon the sea's glazed hue.
The heart of a lily,
Drifting beneath the sea.
A melody arousing,
Her spirit strong and free.
Venturing to the depths,
Tinted skies turn and twist.
Upon the the land, the wonder,
Leaving her misty bliss.
Grazing, merchants flock,
Bustling on the cobbled street.
Trails of laughter singing,
Playing a rhythmic beat.
The serenade of Shenkuu's tales,
Stories topple, stories tile.
Shenkuu's serenade wraps around you,
Leaving her graceful smile.
The Tin Can Treasure
The water was churning and frothing
The night was alight with a storm
The fog shrouded the sea in mystery
And out of it all sailed a ship's form.
The billowing sails were at their highest
As the ship battled on, proud and fine
The pirates held on and feared for their lives
On the decks of the strong Peophintine.
Though the crew ducked down for cover
Their heads and stomachs a-spin
On the bow with a telescope an Eyrie stood -
Old Threelegs, the scurvy Cap'n!
"Get up on th' deck, yer cowards!"
His cry tore through the air.
"Land ahoy! C'mon, get back up!
I can see land over there!"
Onwards the Peophintine struggled
Until at last it scraped on the shore
Cap'n Threelegs leapt down to survey the land
And he said, "This is it, lads, this time I'm sure!"
His crew trudged bedraggled behind him
As the storm thundered on in the night
The beach was long and their limbs were worn out
But the Cap'n never gave up without fight.
Eventually he called them to stop
And he led them to a place on the sand
"Get diggin', me lads," he ordered.
"There's treasure here, right here where we stand!"
And so his loyal pirates got down to work
Calling up their strength's last dregs
The rain battered down and lightning cracked
But they carried on for the sake of Old Threelegs.
At last their spades hit wood
And they gave a ragged cheer
Their spirits were lifted and their strength renewed
And from the hole the treasure chest was pulled clear.
Cap'n Threelegs was the first to open it
And they waited with bated breath
They had been sailing for days on end for this
And braved horrors, famine and death...
He looked into the treasure chest
And a strange expression his face took on
He looked up at them and gave a sheepish smile:
"Sorry, lads, wrong one."
They crowded round to look in the treasure chest
To see what exactly had gone wrong with the plan
And instead of their jewels and the gold and the grog
All they could see was a Rusty Old Can.
There once was a Grarrl, quite a fine young Grarrl,
A Grarrl of the Northern Tyrannian Grarrls.
Where the volcano burns, there to fight did he learn,
But to other desires did his internals yearn.
In the battle he's good,
But his real love is food!
No doubt he's a Grarrl, quite a fine young Grarrl,
A typical he-can-eat-anything Grarrl.
His teeth they are long, and his jaw it is strong,
To devour the paper, the rock, and the tongs;
He can eat anything,
But he wants fine cuisine!
So off went this Grarrl (such a fine young Grarrl)
Away from the Northern Tyrannian Grarrls,
To learn from the best, and to put to the test,
How to cook food that not just a Grarrl can digest.
To develop his taste,
He went to outer space!
Oh yes, there's a Grarrl, a Tyrannian Grarrl,
Who now is a Virtupets Space Station Grarrl.
Now he's cooking Space Rocks; he works for Gargarox,
And weird as it is you won't have to detox;
If you want to read more,
Find Grarrl Chef at the store!
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