Silas lived in a hole in the side of a tree. It was nothing like the holes the little harried feet men lived in. The hole was dark, dank, and cobweb-filled. He lived there alone and liked it that way. Silas was a keeper of things. While collecting things to put in his books one evening, Silas encountered Ghildahert Grumblgruff.
“Good evening, who are you, and what is your function?” asked Silas.
“I am a Seer of things, and I see you are not here to have a reading, so be off with you,” said Ghildahert.
“I must collect these things and put them in my book so you can be taxed, or else the Lord Chamberlin will have my hide,” said Silas.
“Taxed? I see a dark future for you, little man, if you don’t leave here this instant,” boomed the seer.
Usually, Silas would protest, bring out his book of things, and talk at length about how Lord Chamberlain himself empowered him, and so on.
Not today, for the keeper of things, felt that his luck might run out if he pursued this further. “Thank you, good woman, for your time. Perhaps another day,” said Silas, then hurried off in the direction that he came.
“Some days, this job is not worth the four bits a day. Maybe I should take up beekeeping. At least I know I will get a sweet treat after getting stung,” remarked the keeper as he headed home for tea and biscuits.
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