Come! Gather around! For I have caught a story.
"murmur murmur... tell! tell! tell!"
I have caught a story. My story is truth. My story is lie.
My story is the story of words.
"words? words?"
Silence. My story is about a boy

Now listen, for the sun is almost down
There was a boy. He was not good and he was not bad. He was
not strong and he was not weak. He was a boy.
"strong boy, good boy"

And he was silent. Most of the time. Most of the time he had
nothing to say. The rest of the time he was just silent. He
spoke alone. To God. To birds. To self in mirror.
But most of the time he spoke to none.

"shhh..."

He lived in village. Not a big village, not a small village.
A village. Like our village only not. When people of the
village talked to him he smiled, or cried, or nodded. Never
a word.
One night boy goes out. To look at moon. Far away, near the
great lake. And boy sees a great lion. Very big, very old.

"ohhhh..."

Yes. Great lion.
And lion says to boy in voice of old lions, which is soft
and hard- "BOY, why do you not speak?" And the boy says
"Lion, wise lion, I am afraid. I never speak a word. I don't
know the right ones." And lion sits all night and lion tell
the boy stories.
Lion tells the boy all the stories in the world. About love.
About hate. About death. About life. About the old turtle
that carries the world on his back. About the lost tribes of
the north and of the south. About the Magic spear that makes
you stronger. About the man who lost his heart. About gods
and monsters. And even a story about a little quiet boy.

"good boy"

And when morning comes, boy goes back to village. His head
is full with words and beginnings and endings and middles.

And boy speaks. He speaks to men with words of courage.
Speaks to women with words of passion. Speaks to the sick
with words of life. And his words never stop. When one word
goes, another word comes instead.

And boy is now a man. He wakes his wife with words of
morning and plays with his children with words of laughter.

ha ha ha
"ha ha ha"
And from everywhere people come to see the man-boy to ask
him for his words of wisdom.

But one night boy go to sing a song of happiness to the
moon. Far away. Near the lake.
And he sees a lion. And it is even older. And the lion wants
his stories back. He wants his words back. For it is dying.
And the boy, who is now a man, who is now great chief  says
NO.
"No no no"
And he takes his spear and kills the old lion. And the moon
is angry. And he looks at boy with angry face. And boy knows
this is a magic lion. And now man-boy is afraid.

And words run in his head. Words of fear and words of pain
and words of loss and words of anger. And words have no
beginning. And words have no end.
And boy is scared. And boy cries.
"poor boy"

Yes. Very poor boy. But boy is man and man is brave and man
is strong.
And he shouts and he yells at the moon "I am not afraid.
These are just words. Just names. Just little sounds I make
in my head. I can break you down for you are just words"
"stupid boy"

and boy looks at moon and say: "moon. I am not afraid of
you. You are such a small little word. And I can break you
in two. And he shouts mmmmm into one hand and he shouts
oooon into other hand. And the moon is half."
"Ohhh"

And all the words he is now breaking in his head. First the
big ones. Words of legends and of past and of future. Then
words of love and of hate and of joy and of fear. Then the
songs he sings. Then the words of wise.
"I am not afraid of you" he shouts.
"You are just words" He shouts.
"I a no no boo" he says.
"ba ba ba ba ba" he says.
"I a no no boo"
"ba ba ba ba ba"
"funny boy"

And now all the words are gone. And man is silent. And he is
looking at the broken moon.
And boy looks into the lake and say "B..." "...OY"
"B..." ",,,OY"

This is the story I caught. It is true and it is lie. And
now it's free. And it is yours. Take the words and make
another.