Fairie Tales - Puss in Boots and The Frog Prince - Fathom, Count
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Not for the easily offended! Puss is not a kitty that is meek and tame and mild. Cunning and deceitful, cruel, erratic, playful, wild, but not without appeal and charm, not from our hearts exiled. Puss sees what's before him and the tools he has on hand. He's perceptive and he's capable, his every step is planned. Mistakes this Puss won't make after he's sure the lay of the land.¿¿ A Prince there was within a tale that once became a frog. Cast, he was, by Nuck herself into a fearful bog. Fallen much in stature now, from Prince to lowly cog within a social hierarchy, oppressed in evil's fog.…mehr

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Not for the easily offended! Puss is not a kitty that is meek and tame and mild. Cunning and deceitful, cruel, erratic, playful, wild, but not without appeal and charm, not from our hearts exiled. Puss sees what's before him and the tools he has on hand. He's perceptive and he's capable, his every step is planned. Mistakes this Puss won't make after he's sure the lay of the land.¿¿ A Prince there was within a tale that once became a frog. Cast, he was, by Nuck herself into a fearful bog. Fallen much in stature now, from Prince to lowly cog within a social hierarchy, oppressed in evil's fog. Does he learn his lesson from his hard and luckless fate? Will his curse by love's first kiss withdraw, conclude, abate? Until you've reached the end, my friend, your hunger will not sate. Tales they are of joy and fun, to pass a happy hour. A pleasant place, it is to be, within the fairie tower. For there we find the repose to expose our thinking power.
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Many there are who, if they dared, would like my face to smack. A few in there would go too far and wish my skull would crack. They would say I earned as much, for morals I do lack. What can I do? Fed a diet from the world of blatant, brazen sin, my arteries are restricted by a sturdy moral plaque.But I'm not some kind of cruel and heartless psycho maniac. Most of my life was dull enough, I stayed upon the tracks. Little I had to carry round, it would barely fill a sack. Worry I did, most of the time, of the shirt upon my back. Would I lose it suddenly to fate's unseen attack?I haven't lived to please the hoard, they're fickle and they're vain, behaviours well established in a world that's gone insane. I feel I live upon a very different moral plane. Simple are my principles, easy to attain. Let others do as they will do, so long as they won't cause pain. It's politic to join the crowd upon their moral train, and fit in just as best you can where puritans do reign. Please excuse me, I'm not going there, I think I will abstain. I like the colours in the world, I find just white arcane. I want a world of freedom. In this there's much to gain.