The chapter of gods prophet

Once upon a time there was a lovely little faun named Brambles. Bramles was such a merry faun and
would sing and dance and drink the sweet wine the elders grew. He loved the smell of the vineyards
and could often be seen lying in the nearby field. As the moon tucked Brambles in for the night, a
gentle breeze would softly blow over him and he would fall asleep to the sound of the stars as they
sung their lullaby and the merry laughs of the great giants of the far west.