Once upon a time, in a thick enchanting evergreen forest, lived a young man. He was tall but scrawny and his skin was a deep chestnut from spending his life with nature. His hair was assumed brown, but it was soaked in so much filth that it could be a red or even a blonde color. It was summertime and the lad was relaxing on a hammock he built with willow tree branches.His mouth spread open slowly and his chest rose as he breathed in a deep, lazy yawn. He stretched his thin arms high above him, and smiled as he felt his muscles tense. He fisted his hands and rubbed them over his eyes to help unglue his lids stuck shut. His eyes received handfuls of dirt and the boy blinked wildly to cleanse them out.“Lysander!” the voice boomed, waking the lad from his peaceful trance, and sending him tumbling off his hammock. “A chariot comes near! Get goin’, ya rascal!” Lysander was dragged up off the ground by his ear. He looked up to see another scraggly boy, with flaming red hair. Lysander hurried to follow the red-haired boy, keeping sight of his freckle splattered back as he rushed to lead the way through the brush. They ran for the main road that passed through their forest.Sure enough, there was a fancy chariot pulling up alongside them. Lysander and his friend jumped in front of it and shouted, “Yield!” The chariot slowed and an old man peered his shriveled-up face out the side.“Gentleman, this is private property,” Lysander heaved his chest high as though he were a proud aristocrat, “The land belongs to my master, Sir Humphrenfrank. I am not to let you through.”“Oh, crock. I been round these parts an’ I never heard of any Humphrenfrankster. I’d be damned if I was wrong in saying you’re a prankster.”“Be warned, you oughtn’t show disrespect on land that ain’t yours, sir,” The red-haired boy answered.“Aw...
