Great Wits Jump
The Library of Stories
I scampered to find a bucket,
to catch the rainbows gold,
With gleeful thoughts I eyed the spot,
Where the boundless treasures flowed;
Yet when I reached the very place,
That I thought the treasure lay,
Not a trace of gold awaited me,
And the rainbow flew away!
He paused and thought about the idea for a long, long time.
"It is a known fact that ye not speak the name of them that cared for the dead when they do die," reverently whispered Jarrah as they peered through the thorny Australian wattle bushed at the well-dressed group of mourners. "They need respect. That is the peace they seek, so the Father has told me."
"Ship astern, aft starboard," a voice echoed from aloft. "Three masts and runnin' full!"
I was born in the year of 1282, in the very early spring, just outside the Sicilian city of Palermo, but had no recollection of it since my father had fled with his small family soon after my birth. Though the province at the time was mainly Sicilian in race and culture, it was then ruled by French monarchs, whose presence often caused an air of resentment amongst those whom they ruled...