The Tale of Lorgil Hill

by Jones and Lambert

[Below are pages 16 through 20 of an ongoing tale. For pages 11 through 15, go back!]

The Lorgil, on its way to the best beach,

was stopped from swimming by a Brock Rat speech:

"you are not free to swim in the blue sea,

it is not yours, it’s not your property."



Next morning, the Lorgil went out to work,

not knowing just behind a rat did lurk.

The Lorgil labored to stockpile shroom snacks,

but Boss Brock Rat took some: “there is a tax.”



The Lorgil lightly laid its weary head,

nestling down to nap on its nettle bed.

But without one wink, the Boss sternly said:

“Napping on the ground is prohibit-ed.”



The Lorgil and the Purpoid fancied fun,

so they frolicked forth under the high sun.

But high up there, hiding in the tall tree:

a Brock Rat, spying surreptitiously.



A Brock Rat captured the startled Purpoid,

whose erstwhile freedom was now null and void.

"You are subject to incarceration,

due to a classified accusation."

