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(Moved from Tinker DG) Happiness.


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* bows meekly to the audience *

* still feeling some sorrow *

* the last visit will not be soon forgotten *

* or forgiven, by some *


Thank you for allowing me to visit your fires again.

* bows again *

* slight flourish of his cape *

* not like the old days, though *


I feel a need.

A deep, real need.

A strong desire.

An urgent urge.

I must comply.


A rift of my own making has come between us.

Since I do care about all of the People, this saddens me.

I need to find a way to mend the broken bridge.

There must be a way.


I could try to apologize for my previous visit.

That is not what I feel in my heart.

I did what I did out of duty.

For that, I cannot be ashamed.

But, I am nevertheless still sad.


* pauses *

* searching *

* trying to find the proper words *

* looking inward *

* time passes slowly *




When I was a boy, some time ago, I knew happiness.  She was a personal friend of mine.  I didn't cherish her.  She just was.  I had no reason to even acknowledge that she existed.  I was happy.  She was there for me.


I didn't buy her friendship.  I had little money.  She was just there.  I was happy.  For free.


She didn't require me to act a certain way.  She disappeared if I acted wrongly.  My mother's ire could send her running.  Happiness did not last when I made mama mad.


I remember the feeling.  Blandly.  It's been so long.  Oh, so very long.  Specific events are a blur.  Exact emotions are unclear.  Monday?  Saturday?  Did I have a favorite day of the week?  Did it matter what day it was?  I imagine not.  Happiness just happened.


The kind of real, natural happiness that I remember evolved as I grew.  She mutated into friendship and eventually into love.  I really doubt that I could ever have know love if I had never known happiness first.  I used to be happy alone.  Then I loved another.


* wife is calling *

* time for the grand daughter's T-ball game *

* bye for now *



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Ah, happiness. A theme we can all relate to *smiles*


The time when the Song was sung and all the world around us was in peace. there were no petty wars or scuffles to hamper with our emotions. Smiles lit everyones' faces and all the people knew of this compassionate lady you speak of right now. aye, I knew her when I was little. Then we drifted apart as times grew harder. I found her again, though, and I'm not so keen to see her off again any time soon.


*looks over at Simon with a smile*


no, I don't wish for her to leave me ever again.


*squezes gently on his hand*

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She's not a girl who misses much

Do do do do do do- oh yeah

She's well acquainted with the touch of the velvet hand

Like a lizard on a window pane


The man in the crowd with the multicoloured mirrors

On his hobnail boots

Lying with his eyes while his hands are busy

Working overtime

A soap impression of his wife which he ate

And donated to the National Trust


I need a fix 'cause I'm going down

Down to the bits that I left uptown

I need a fix cause I'm going down

Mother Superior jump the gun

Mother Superior jump the gun

Mother Superior jump the gun

Mother Superior jump the gun

Mother Superior jump the gun

Mother Superior jump the gun


Happiness is a warm gun

(Bang Bang Shoot Shoot)

Happiness is a warm gun, momma

(Bang Bang Shoot Shoot)

When I hold you in my arms

(Ooooooooohhh, oh yeah!)

And when I feel my finger on your trigger

I know nobody can do me no harm

Because happiness is a warm gun, momma

(Bang Bang Shoot Shoot)

Happiness is a warm gun

(Bang Bang Shoot Shoot)

-Yes it is, it's a warm gun!

(Bang Bang Shoot Shoot)

Happiness is a warm, yes it is...


(Bang Bang Shoot Shoot)

Well don't ya know that happiness is a warm gun, momma?

(Bang Bang Shoot Shoot)



What, oh wrong thread, yeah...


Don't worry Gramps, Happiness returns, it always does, no matter how bleak things look. She likes to remind us not to take her for granted every once in a while.

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Happiness just happens.


It can't be bought.

It can't be drank.

It can't be smoked.

It can't be eaten.

It just is.

Then, it's gone.

Sometimes it comes back.


Happiness can be rather fickle.


There's nothing better.

There's nothing worse than losing her.

There's always hope she'll return.


Happiness is what I feel when I visit the Wagons of the Tuatha'an.

Even though I know it's only make believe, I'm happy to be "here".

If there really was a place nearby where I could be around people living the Way of the Leaf, I might be tempted to run away from home to join them.  I don't know if I could run from a Trolloc instead of trying to stick it with something...maybe.  ???  ::)  :-\  I guess...if I really did believe, I would choose to run.  Actually, I would also like to experience an Ogier stedding first hand in the real world.  Anybody know where to find one?



Thank you all for your imaginary hospitality...it makes me happy for a while.  :)

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    Grandpa G, I think this place here is the closest we can find to a Stedding, now. What better place than where you can come to the fires and know no matter who you are or what you've done, you will be accepted and eventually find your elusive friend. Thank you for reminding us. It's sad that sometimes we turn away from her while trying to find her, then when we think we never will, she sneaks up behind us and taps us on the shoulder!


    Thank you for helping us find her!

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Loki is dead...long live Redffern!


(He's engaged now, you know...turning respectable and all that!)


As I understand the Way of the Leaf, all are welcome at the fires of the Travelling People, are they not?  ???

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