You Will Find Joy, Frustration

The Land Of Dreams, That Mystical Realm, Where The Oddest Of Visions Appear, Come Wander Through Scenes Of Joyful Peace, Or Stampeded Through Nightmares Of Fear. Dare We Open Those Secret Doors, Down Dusty Paths Of Mind, In Long-forgotten Corners, What Memories We'll Find. Who Rules O'er The Kingdom Of Night, Where All Is Not What It Seems? 'tis I, The Weaver Of Tales, For I Am The Dreamer Of Dreams!

Friend Is A Very Small Word, A Little Sound We Make, For One Who Is True, One Who Will Do, Great Deeds For Friendship's Sake.

Your Lives Be As Full And Happy As Ours,and May The Seasons Be Kind To You And Your Friends. The Door Of Our Abbey Is Always Open To Any Travellers Roaming The Dusty Path Between The Woodlands And The Plains.

Even The Strongest And Bravest Must Sometimes Weep. It Shows They Have A Great Heart, One That Can Feel Compassion For Others." —cornflower

Tell The Queen That There's Been A Robin Red-breast Hanging About Kotir Grounds. It Flies Down Low And Vanishes Near The Floor. Cludd Thinks It Might Be Something To Do With Those Woodlanders. Now, I'm To Say Nothing To Fortunata Or Ashleg... 'i Must Tell The Queen That A Robin Has Seen Cludd Hanging About. No, That's Not Right. I Must Tellt He Robin Taht Cludd Has Been Hanging The Queen.