If it was obvious, then it was seen, but all that is said has, of late, only been told. Such was the tale of Camnkow Cleaflibner and Odnarrow Shrewdjack.

         Odnarrow was a hill cobbler, checkering the edged way with flashy oats and red patterned blooms, his work was fair yet even, and compensated well for his Ever Deepening. In this land formed in the ever back and growing further away this fashioner of ways found his domicile pleasantly situated upon a rising of land held deeply amid the other obulant pieces wherein many a similar face found their place.

        Upon the other side there rested Camnkow, the trim and limber cowl butterer of Sindren, and well known for his wax. No other of such profession could match the weave his grasping nails could push, his perilous patterns were told of even as far as the Wilton Grova, yet not as quick as a land whispered by Trilliontolly. The clothen hoods this one took were found within a jar built stoutly on the flat and narrows flowing down the middling district of the latter mentioned hard and solidly made of Sindren.

         The livings of these as mentioned were simple and most common type, yet they were quick as quick and found one another most suited to the ways known to each. Early upon the stages of the time each poses these fiends would to meet and know and take one another upon the same and equal path, both Odnarrow and Camnkow agreeing upon the contract of shared bonds. The two took with the other and throughout the many passings of high things over head grew as twine ever wrapping in upon itself to form yet stronger ropes of familiar enlightenment. Eventually, even, these fellows made their way to become greatly deceiving to their fellow living ones and profited much from the tellings and makings they concocted.

        The way about the place was all of gray and green, dotted by tall things and shorter things, the living within obular buildings most unfortunate but well for the speckled few who possessed their hollow jars. Most of those whom the land was concerned with were like a bonejaw with his skin, yet not really as they acted ever so less. It was a life born peaceful, and still as unfortunate, no less it never was too flashy or of a high altitude there. These Sindren folk were no less happy, though they were so as speckled and striped as any.

       There was a great doing down at the blue surface where upon the hollowed shells went out, and upon the graying plank three curious happenings stood upon a Sindrel shell crawler. There upon it were a fat child, a bonejaw of high altitudes, and most shivering and bemoaned as all, that perilous snipe lost of ages; Reimbow. A maggot like none that had tipped on by before and never again since. Many a thing trumpled up and loitered to view the strangeness before them with influence of whims such pleasurable sights took into their feeble hollows.

        At that time of times, Camnkow and Odnarrow were about the fettered way through the town, when amid the hazy labor something new was born, a buzzing as if by many filtered among the obular buildings and to the slit filters amid their heads, and each peeked and spat, crying to each other;

       "Have you heard such buzzing and nervous love?" Camnkow began with quivering brow, "What now could be, and is?"

        Odnarrow shrugged his great shoulders as if by this some weight fell freely, "Not so quick-" a trio of hallowed browed notes fell upon the way, one not so quick or shrill as each, "Sky and Tortoise!" Cried Odnarrow with a hand upon his beating red, "Such notes belong not on Sindren, these are now and are to be great followers, perhaps to the land I dare not whisper!"

      "Past even Wilton Grova…" Camnkow placed his grasp to his wavering tooth pusher, putting to work his scattered grays as never he did so often as later, but not now, the latter part surely. "Aha!" He quivered and leapt with ingenious prose, "We must go and see what we might gleam from fellows with such high altitudes, grasp and pull, to my obulation we must not terry long, or risk losing their heads upon the way."

      Odnarrow shook his case and fell upon the way in great hurry, "There I shall go, none other should I bring, count upon it in your wisdom." Though he secretly wished to have been the one to have such lofty eyes.

       "Tis I!" There rang upon the grot, a dappled sight of many, "Lofty Finger as they say me, and here about are my companion and then the originator, rest your sparkling globes upon the Fat Child, then upon the farther and greater, whose altitudes only matched by the great yellow thimble yon, Reimbow Jimnjag!" He clucked and clattered, shivering no less as the Fat Child hid behind his great tower and Reimbow observed with low notes of subdued fell. Although this excitement of such a trio might make one interest to many elsewhere, those who tread about Sindren were overall more then pushed far with visiting peoples, as the last slimy jumper to come down the graying and scattered greens were of low altitudes and taking much then they gave.

       Camnkow and his companion however understood the scene, rolling on forward to greet the fresh walking upon the way, Odnarrow perhaps seeing clear and fast whilst the other was slow and muddied, bending low upon the dappled way, "It is of my highest regard that I am to greet such fine and desolate fellows, this Fat Child of all is most intriguing, please tread on to mine hallow jar to see and know and also gain for the body."

       This was a goodly proposal for our three, and they saw it as it was, though Reimbow saw it ever clearer than any other. So they followed this and his companion on to the place he stopped his eyes out each setting ever dark. It was of most humble startings, unlike the glory found within even the simplest of rail tile buildings found back upon the way. But for this Fat Child all was newborn and not witnessed, so on he fell and rolled to observe every oddity, followed by the one of Camnkow, guiding his polished globes to each point of piquing.

       Meanwhile, Reimbow and Lofty Finger traded minds with the one of Odnarrow in tones of foolish and bright, never to betray, or so they thought it. "So as it would be, we walk upon the fetters toward our grand choice of journey, indeed, we have a mission unlike any." Lofty Finger would chatter and rattle, picking at his fraying skin.

       "Of most high words you are, but have you proof of such claimings you hang upon my scattered grays?" Odnarrow was shrewd from every past he knew, a long and fell path he had led since ever growing.

        "Have your mirrors grown dim?" Reimbow Jimnjag flew into tongue, lifting an accusing eye to the false bonejaw, "The Fat Child is the sign of our continued luck and prolonged journey, as long as we possess such earnings we cannot be so quizzed."

       Odnarrow let slip a firm grin upon his changing picture, "I tell you, I meant no harm, simply, never have mine mirrored globes rested upon such creatures as this present, rare are maggots."

       Lofty Finger cackled and shook, pulling upon the brow, "So, so! I would not have guessed such a gray as scattered as those upon this hill would possess wit so tasty!" However, Reimbow was hardly ever impressed upon, instead giving such cruel thinkings toward their host. "Come then, we ask of a simple question to aid our journey." the bonejaw gave readily, pleasant of image.

       "Tell of anything, it is a concoction of mine to assist those so well in altitudes."

       "You see, we took an off step toward our place, I know much beyond this hill and only needed small nudgings from my esteemed originator, oh but if we could be placed upon the path to that hall of Wilton Grova!"

       The fellow chortled and crowed, "I have the matter present within this feather hollow of my possession, yet I ask of these that might wait after the ever darkening, a time is good for even the strong."

       Reimbow took half a bow, never giving more, however Lofty Finger was ever eager to turn tongue, "A well suited concoction I'd submit, we rest upon this way." And so they would and did, allowing the polished gray thing to rise with its many myriad of sible things.