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	===ARTHE DALE TALE===
	''- Pundle Tickleburr''

	It was several hours before one of the town guards found him.
	Thankful to be released, but barely able to stem the torrent of tears,
	Declan was not able to voice any semblance of coherent gratitude and
	raced home.

	Pacing outside of the small dwelling with his arms crossed was his father
	Paddla. On seeing his son sprint down Hodierna Lane towards him, he
	angrily bellowed "Declan! Where have you been?" His ire softened somewhat
	when he noticed the red puffy cheeks. "Aaaahh Declan, not again?"

	Declan confirmed his suspicions with a slight nod of the head and immediately
	started crying again. Putting an arm around his son's shoulder and pulling
	him in close, Paddla said, "Let's go inside and then you can tell me what
	happened."

	Once in the dimly lit living room, Declan poured out his story. "They ambushed
	me on the way home again. They said that all Halflings were a waste of space. Then
	they locked me up in the stocks until a couple of town guards found me. I hate school and I hate The Crossing!"

	Paddla sighed and comforted his son. "Well perhaps it is time we moved. I
	have been thinking of trying my luck in Arthe Dale and your schooling would
	be less troublesome there. You know, despite what they say, Halflings are
	not as silly as those school bullies would have you think."

	Relaxing in his chair and smoking a pipe, Paddla continued, "I'm going to tell you a story, the history of Arthe Dale, a brief history since it is
	late. It might surprise you. Have I ever told you the story about old man Daffleberry before?"

	Declan sniffed and said "No."

	Sensing that his son needed some familiar ground with which to identify,
	Paddla began his story in the time honored tradition, "Once upon a time,
	there was a roving merchant named Daffleberry Tanglefoot. R-"

	"Tanglefoot!" exclaimed Declan, "That's our last name."

	"Yes, yes," continued Paddla. "Anyway, rumor has it that Daffleberry heralded from a small farm in the lands beyond Dirge, but his birthplace
	has never been firmly established." Pausing to relight his pipe, Paddla continued, "Now Daffleberry sought out his fortune around The Crossing. He would frequently visit the marketplaces to see what folk were buying,
	dash off north and then return several months later only to find that
	seasonal changes or changes in fashion had prevailed and that his current
	consignment was, at least for the time being, useless. Daffleberry stored
	his purchases in the huge warehouses in the Crossing with the realization
	that sooner or later whatever he had bought would be needed.

	"Well as luck would have it, luck for the citizens of the Crossing that is,
	Daffleberry had amassed a huge supply of grain one particular summer which
	he had been unable to sell. The details are sketchy, but the Crossing was
	embroiled in some dispute with a coastal town and found itself under siege.
	Daffleberry's huge grain supplies enabled the town's population to survive
	for months and so disheartened the would be attackers that they gave up
	their siege and returned in disgrace to their town."

	"Wow," said Declan, "they wouldn't have dared put Daffleberry in the stocks."

	"Not so fast," said Paddla. "The Crossing was most grateful, but not so
	grateful that it wanted to pay anything near the true value of the grain
	that it had consumed. In short, they cheated Daffleberry out of a huge sum
	of money. After he had argued with the town authorities for several days,
	he resorted to standing on a box and addressing the crowds in the Town Green
	seeking to redress the wrongs that had been committed against him.

	"After yet another day on a grain box, he headed home to his little shack
	only to be waylaid by several burly Humans. I can only speculate that his
	daily speeches were having some effect. Anyhow, they bundled and trussed
	him up and took him out of the city. Some distance out of the Crossing,
	still tied up, he was unceremoniously dumped out of a wagon and down a hill
	he was rolled.

	"His captors roared with laughter, 'That's Daffleberry's Hollow' shouted one
	as the poor Halfling picked up speed down the hill. 'No' laughed another, 'That's a hollow Daffleberry!'

	"Poor Daffleberry was dizzy, still tied up and loathe to return to the place
	that had betrayed him. A strong believer in fate, he freed himself,surveyed his
	surroundings and stated to himself, 'Here I shall build a community, an economic
	community to rival that of the Crossing. A community for Halflings and Halflings alone.'
	And so out of hatred, a strong but wasted emotion, grew the powerful settlement of
	Arthe Dale. In time the hatred was lost, as trading relationships predominated and new generations saw reason. Both Arthe Dale and the Crossing became partners.

	"And so my son, I think it is time for us to return to our people. There we
	shall be welcome, there can you learn without fear and most of all grow up
	without having to experience the difficulties that poor ol' Daffleberry
	experienced. Once we get to Arthe Dale, I'll make sure that Rufus and
	Woolly tell you a few stories. It's really about time you met some of
	your relatives.

	And with a kiss and a hug, Paddla Tanglefoot sent his happy son off to bed.

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===ARTHE DALE TALE===
''- Pundle Tickleburr''

It was several hours before one of the town guards found him.
Thankful to be released, but barely able to stem the torrent of tears,
Declan was not able to voice any semblance of coherent gratitude and
raced home.

Pacing outside of the small dwelling with his arms crossed was his father
Paddla. On seeing his son sprint down Hodierna Lane towards him, he
angrily bellowed "Declan! Where have you been?" His ire softened somewhat
when he noticed the red puffy cheeks. "Aaaahh Declan, not again?"

Declan confirmed his suspicions with a slight nod of the head and immediately
started crying again. Putting an arm around his son's shoulder and pulling
him in close, Paddla said, "Let's go inside and then you can tell me what
happened."

Once in the dimly lit living room, Declan poured out his story. "They ambushed
me on the way home again. They said that all Halflings were a waste of space. Then
they locked me up in the stocks until a couple of town guards found me. I hate school and I hate The Crossing!"

Paddla sighed and comforted his son. "Well perhaps it is time we moved. I
have been thinking of trying my luck in Arthe Dale and your schooling would
be less troublesome there. You know, despite what they say, Halflings are
not as silly as those school bullies would have you think."

Relaxing in his chair and smoking a pipe, Paddla continued, "I'm going to tell you a story, the history of Arthe Dale, a brief history since it is
late. It might surprise you. Have I ever told you the story about old man Daffleberry before?"

Declan sniffed and said "No."

Sensing that his son needed some familiar ground with which to identify,
Paddla began his story in the time honored tradition, "Once upon a time,
there was a roving merchant named Daffleberry Tanglefoot. R-"

"Tanglefoot!" exclaimed Declan, "That's our last name."

"Yes, yes," continued Paddla. "Anyway, rumor has it that Daffleberry heralded from a small farm in the lands beyond Dirge, but his birthplace
has never been firmly established." Pausing to relight his pipe, Paddla continued, "Now Daffleberry sought out his fortune around The Crossing. He would frequently visit the marketplaces to see what folk were buying,
dash off north and then return several months later only to find that
seasonal changes or changes in fashion had prevailed and that his current
consignment was, at least for the time being, useless. Daffleberry stored
his purchases in the huge warehouses in the Crossing with the realization
that sooner or later whatever he had bought would be needed.

"Well as luck would have it, luck for the citizens of the Crossing that is,
Daffleberry had amassed a huge supply of grain one particular summer which
he had been unable to sell. The details are sketchy, but the Crossing was
embroiled in some dispute with a coastal town and found itself under siege.
Daffleberry's huge grain supplies enabled the town's population to survive
for months and so disheartened the would be attackers that they gave up
their siege and returned in disgrace to their town."

"Wow," said Declan, "they wouldn't have dared put Daffleberry in the stocks."

"Not so fast," said Paddla. "The Crossing was most grateful, but not so
grateful that it wanted to pay anything near the true value of the grain
that it had consumed. In short, they cheated Daffleberry out of a huge sum
of money. After he had argued with the town authorities for several days,
he resorted to standing on a box and addressing the crowds in the Town Green
seeking to redress the wrongs that had been committed against him.

"After yet another day on a grain box, he headed home to his little shack
only to be waylaid by several burly Humans. I can only speculate that his
daily speeches were having some effect. Anyhow, they bundled and trussed
him up and took him out of the city. Some distance out of the Crossing,
still tied up, he was unceremoniously dumped out of a wagon and down a hill
he was rolled.

"His captors roared with laughter, 'That's Daffleberry's Hollow' shouted one
as the poor Halfling picked up speed down the hill. 'No' laughed another, 'That's a hollow Daffleberry!'

"Poor Daffleberry was dizzy, still tied up and loathe to return to the place
that had betrayed him. A strong believer in fate, he freed himself,surveyed his
surroundings and stated to himself, 'Here I shall build a community, an economic
community to rival that of the Crossing. A community for Halflings and Halflings alone.'
And so out of hatred, a strong but wasted emotion, grew the powerful settlement of
Arthe Dale. In time the hatred was lost, as trading relationships predominated and new generations saw reason. Both Arthe Dale and the Crossing became partners.

"And so my son, I think it is time for us to return to our people. There we
shall be welcome, there can you learn without fear and most of all grow up
without having to experience the difficulties that poor ol' Daffleberry
experienced. Once we get to Arthe Dale, I'll make sure that Rufus and
Woolly tell you a few stories. It's really about time you met some of
your relatives.

And with a kiss and a hug, Paddla Tanglefoot sent his happy son off to bed.

[[Category:Book]]