Brockenborings

His name is Ruff, part 1

Once there was a hero
In them fields of green
He was ever smart and clever
No sharper we have seen
He is old and grey now
His days of prime are gone
But the locals won’t forget him
And all he has done

He is old and scruffy
But he’s tough enough
He was born in Brockenborings
His name is Ruff

As she spilled a bit of ink on the almost-filled page, Lina cursed softly. Preparing for this field trip she had agreed to host was hard and time-consuming work.

Now, though, the work was almost over. Her notes on the Battle of Greenfields was finished. She hoped the participants on the trip would like the tales she would tell. Pouring herself a mug of strong tea, she settled back in her chair and read through the notes one final time:

1 Of Brockenborings and the battle