The Tale of Lorgil Hill

by Jones and Lambert

[Below are pages 11 through 15 of an ongoing tale. For pages 6 through 10, go back!]

Until one day, up through Norgil Valley,

rats trod toward the hill, without dally.

New things they were, deeply problematic;

Blue things they were, and too bureaucratic.



They arrived on the hill they discovered,

amazed by the things they there uncovered.

They could control all the thises and thats —

they had the power, they were the Brock Rats.



The trees, shrooms, and things were theirs to annex,

all to be ruled as the Brock Rats’ subjects.

The hill, valley, sea, and all they could see,

became the Brock Rats’ newest colony.



All that remained was to name a des-pot,

and Boss Brock Rat prevailed, three votes to naught.

The Hill harmed by this abstract election,

the Lorgil drooped in dismal dejection.



They laid abstract mental complication

on the green hill they now called a “nation.”

All was controlled by meticulous clause —

the Brock Rats enacted copious laws.

