The wandering lad's guide to adventure in walking distance

Prologue: A child is born

On a rainy afternoon, of a foggy day in fall,

There once was a family who thought they'd had it all.

With a grin on her face and her eyes still crying tears,

A mother had given birth to a child with pointy ears.

But pointy ears weren't the thing that made the child noteworthy.

In fact it where his precious fists that made him look so sturdy.

''The time has come'' the father said, ''to give him a proper name.''

Without hesitation the mother replied, that they would name him Damme.

The father said ''No we shan't! not by any means.''

''We shall name him Leopold, and at four we shall eat beans.''

The mother said ''alrighty then I do as you command,

but before I cook I wish for us to hug the child'', 'twas meant.

The mother and the father hugged the child as was requested.

And then it happened that the child hugged back in that same instant.

And killed them both with just one touch of all his precious-fistness.

And now the child had no one left to dance and play around with.

And so he wandered out to seek someone who he could bond with.

*Damme: deerslayer