So it begins, like all tales should:
Once upon a time, in the almost-morning of the world, A Very Small Person set out on A Very Large Task.
He never thought, when he left his home, that he might not see it again. He just thought that grand Adventures (the kind that in tales end in happily-ever-afters) awaited him.
Adventures that ended in a warm bed, and a nice supper and a pint or two shared 'round a fire with A friend ----- or three.
But the world was not so small as he. Bitter chance sought to wipe away all that he held dear, all that he valued all that he loved.
So, for his love, (though his way was unsure) he walked on through the night, through the cold, through the doubt, through the sorrow.
I know. Here is where you should like me to write:
"and he won through. And he saved his world. And he lived Happily ever after."
I know. You would like me To write that.
The truth is: He walked. He kept on walking, until he could not walk any more. And then, he crawled.
He crawled, Until he could not Crawl any more.
He won through. He saved his world. He did not
Live Happily Ever after.....
No. But he walked. He walked Until he could walk No more.... He walked....
into the haven Of our hearts, where he lives, Haply, Ever After.
Never The End.