Chapter Seven

As he approached the boat, a mist lifted from his head,

Memories flooded back, but ones that filled him with dread:

He sitting on an oak branch, being really quite a brat,

Pulling the poor tree’s acorns and making himself a hat.

As if that wasn’t enough he pulled more nuts off the oak,

Launched them at passing creatures, he thought it a funny joke.

He’d bullied his fellow kin just because he thought he could,

Thinking himself superior to all the kin of the wood!

Then suddenly the oak’s branch knocking him off with a whack,

For somehow she’d had to save herself from this vile attack.

And in the name of justice, the wise old oak cast a spell:

An enchanted acorn cap, a quest, a lesson learnt well!

As the memories returned, he felt shame at what he’d done,

But he’d learnt some sure lessons, and justice had now been won.

His quest hadn’t yet ended and much goodness was in store.

Pedalling across the lake, sounds came from the nearing shore:

Sweet music, and great laughter, much merriment he could hear,

He saw a little fire, creatures dancing round with cheer.

These creatures looked just like him! Oh these were his true kin he was sure!

And oh how they greeted him with all the mirth piskies are known for!

With dancing and such laughter, a night of joy would begin,

He’d finally found the piskies, he’d at last found his true kin.

As he danced beneath the stars, he remembered all his friends,

With his quest finally complete, this is where our tale now ends.