"I told them I’ve never heard any songs about Fiery, Dark, and Fair. They liked that. Fair jumped up and started to dance and hum until Dark cracked him over the head and told him to shut up, then Fiery crowed like a big bird, laughing so hard that he fell right over. Dark didn't laugh, though,” said Casey, and his already black eyes deepened a shade, troubled by the memory of Dark squatting on the side of the Crossroad, face twisted in a nasty smile. “He didn't dance and he didn't hum; he just smiled, rubbed his hands together and said, What fun we’ll have brothers, what fun.”-unedited excerpt, Fiery, Dark, & Fair, Follys Landing story #9
Having fun introducing rhyming schemes, alliterative verse, and song, into the next story