Starter for ageoftheoddball
When Nick wandered, he sang. Often loudly. Both in the presence of others and alone.
“Sumer is a cuminin, wunder sing, coocoo. Groweth sed and bloweth med and spring the wunder-nu.” A pause for a breath. “Sing COOO COOOOO.” This part came out as more of a bray than anything else, but Bottom did not even flinch. Instead, he kept singing.
The forest, as far as he could tell, was empty. And, like the nights that came before, this was more a disappointment than anything else. Everywhere he sought glimpses of silver and the sound of bells but not once did he see her. His faerie queen. His Titania. But just the same he trekked forward.