A Tale of Small Men and Their Minds

Once upon a time there was this little strange character and he was living his life in seclusion in a rather small and confined garden. The problem with this little guy was that he had no one to relate to and therefore his thoughts developed independently and still became quite ordinary and trivial. All because he was not that original in himself. Of course he didn't know this, sitting alone in his garden, only swinging in his swing with an inward smile occasionally on his lips.

Sometimes, though, he wasn't happy at all. He didn't know why. It was just a feeling that something was wrong, but he couldn't put his finger on it... So he went on thinking his thoughts on trivial things in the garden. The thoughts that were roaming through his under-stimulated brain concerned such things as how the leafs were lying on the ground, and that there probably was a way of arranging them in another and better order.

"- Maybe in straight lines!" he thought.

For a time that was okay, just to think about improvement. But as the days dragged on in the garden, he started to become bored just thinking about changing things. One of his, not so very unique, thoughts was that he didn't want to perform the practical side of this change, as that would take away parts of the quality time he spent swinging in his beloved swing.

"- Somebody else has to do the dirty work!" he thought. But he couldn't think of anyone as he was alone in the garden.

"- There has to be someone else !" he thought. "And I wonder where that character might be?"

And there he kept thinking his thoughts of trivia and accomplished noting, until suddenly one day he heard this strangest of voices.

"- Greetings Ridfrek!" the voice said as quiet as it was hardly possible to hear it at all.

"- Ridfrek, who is that? Who are you?"

"- Ridfrek is the name I just gave you! And I am known as the Wisperer!"

And so Ridfrek was not alone in the garden anymore. Not that this Wisperer existence came very often, but as Ridfrek was all alone he was thirsty for every availble form of company. And so the indoctrination of Ridfrek started.