“Hey Didal, Didal
Mew with your fiddle
Of the cow thrown over the Moon
Whose dogs howled
To see her fouled
Since Discia ran away from Typhoon!”, shouted the child as she ran into the workshop.
The man in the moon? Eh, there is no man in the moon but there is the image of one upon it…
Sit down, sit down. Grandma Cece will tell you…
There once was a prince who fled his home…the sun had not quite left the heavens.
Why? Some heartache or embarrassment or some such thing I would imagine…now hush. Where was I? Oh yes. He fled into the coming night and was set upon by thieves. The only one to see his dire predicament was Mene. He…