One day, walking,
To nobody talking,
Gnaash meet troll
At dead lamb gawking.
Troll name Braan,
Big as two man,
Tears on cheek
From dark eyes ran.
Gnaash ask for quest.
Braan distressed,
Some sharp claws
Of sheep made mess.
Gnaash agree,
Any could see
That not how lamb
Supposed to be.
Off Gnaash go
Through valley low
To ask the kitties
Just what they know.
Is Nature way
For cat to prey,
But Gnaash give kitty
New game to play.
Gnaash draw steel
And wildcat feel
What it like to be
Half a meal.
Gnaash no like waste,
Kill cat with haste.
If cook right,
Just like chicken taste.

Penned by my hand on the 2nd of Miraman, in the year 411 AF.