Exotic Land
A hidden valley.
You arrive in a hidden valley. Animals and little men are there to greet you. The animals are dressed as men; the little men as them. A welcome dance. A greeting song. How sweet their seranade.
How versatile the crafts and skills of animals and little men! They weave their towns from brickle tufts and brickle leaves they wear. Their ornaments are deftly spun from brickle skin and stone - a brickle chair, a brickle cup, a brickle chandelier.
Oh, the quaint delights of the Brickle Festival - cold and sour brickle jam, thick brickle soups, and creamy brickle wine, crushed by the feet of the animals and little men, dancing arm-in-arm. The brickle barrels roll around for their displays and sport.
The animals and little men will treat you as their god. The Sweetheart Club commands their lives, benevolence and wrath. So never fear as they surround you, bowing low and bringing gifts of brickle sweets, their first born sons, and other cherished things. They must obey, and cannot cross their fierce and mighty god. They'll sing to you and sacrifice as you drift off to sleep.
And when you wake, a brickle feast has been prepared exactly as you wish. The animals and little men will then bid you good day. You're free to use them as you please. They must obey!
Too soon your visit nears its end. The animals look glum. The little men all bow their heads and stare into the ground. With dignity and sacrifice they say their last goodbyes. They drift into a dreamy mist as if they never were.
You leave refreshed and fortified, a single brickle flower in your hand.