Even the strongest rock needs a place to rest.

.....moons have past, and Sir-Rant-A-Lot has been the evil-doer of neglect. He has neglected to put his thoughts to paper. ......or has he?

A fast zip forward, after the unsent letter remained unsent, Sir-Rant-A-Lot was ecstatic at the sniff of life out of the mortuary. Little did he know that his search was not yet at its end; and neither did he know that his search would end at a beautiful beginning.

Setting all reservations aside, Sir-Rant-A-Lot plowed forward and said a hello to the green. Oh what a wonderful surprise when the green hello-ed back!! How Sir-Rant-A-Lot squeaked and danced in his wretched abode, and set out for a well-deserved celebration.

So now, Sir-Rant-A-Lot has joined the Land of the Green where the elves sing with the leprechauns and ponies are of no joke. He has been at his glory, he has been at his defeat. But here, where magic is for once not a ridiculed imagination, Sir-Rant-A-Lot finds acceptance, contentment, and a pull towards greatness. Here where the Caveman sets ear upon the Valleys, the Pixie dusts her healing powers, and all the other magical creatures live together in harmony, Sir-Rant-A-Lot smiles and smiles again......