Sometimes beautiful.Sometimes demented.All but a colour and its bloody red.

Dec 9, 2010

The Woodcutter's son

Sometime in the Medival ages,Tubbah was the son of a woodcutter.
He had these recurring dreams,everytime he came back after chopping up wood.
Once he dreamt he was chopping off head of the king with his father's brand new axe.
When he shuffled about his bed early morning, little did he hear the Thump sound on the wooden floor.
The head of the king had just dropped from his bed, and stared at him sleep with its glazy eyes.

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