You say, "Once upon a time, there be a young lad who wanted ta journey from Celest ta the Skarch
Desert ta find a particular flower in an oasis. 'e was poor, an' a merian, an' couldna afford ta
take a boat, so 'e walked along the highway."

You say, "It took 'im many days, fer 'e wasna strong. On the way, 'e met a small furrikin. The
furrikin asked 'im 'is business, an' hearin' o' the beauty o' the flower, decided ta accompany the
lad ta the desert ta find this famed plant."

You say, "They traveled together fer many days, an' finally came ta the desert. The blisterin' heat
dried out the poor merian, an' 'e knew tha' ta survive, 'e would need ta find the oasis before the
lack o' water caused his death. The furrikin knew the heat would 'arm 'is friend, an' so offered ta
scout ahead, with one o' their empty waterskins, hopefully ta bring back water."

You say, "They marched inta the desert, an' the furrikin quickly left the young merian behind. The
merian struggled fer minutes, an' then an hour, an' then several hours... wit nae sign from the
furrikin. Finally, 'is strength spent, 'e collpased on the side o' a dune, closed 'is eyes, an'
waited fer death ta claim 'im'"

You say, "As 'e came close ta seein' the Fates, 'e was awoken by the feelin' o' cold water splashin'
'im in the face. 'is friend had returned, an' was pourin' a whole skin o' water o'er the merian.
"Why did ye stop?" the furrikin asked. "I felt as though I couldna go further, an' felt it better ta
die in peace then strugglin" replied the merian, slightly ashamed. "Look o'er the ridge" the
furrikin replied."

You say, "As 'e did, the merian saw a lush oasis, covered in the most beautiful flowers 'e 'ad e'er
seen. He cried out in joy an' ran down ta the oasis, an' both 'e an' 'is friend lived ta bring home
their own beautiful flowers."