/lit/ - Literature

Mathilda, the blacksmith's daughter, was walking in the woods, when she found in the high grass a funny looking man lying on his back, smiling at her. He held a weird looking glass apparatus in his hands that made bubbly sounds when he put his lips to it. Suddenly a big cloud flew out of the man's mouth like smoke from a furnace. "Call me Isamuel", the man said, lifting his broad-brimmed hat.