Have you heard the news,
my dear Moon?
There have been murmurings coming from the children
upon their return from the evening feedings at the barn.
There have been grumblings and rumblings coming from my Farmer.
You are involved,
oh, Blackness of Splendor.
The barn has been invaded...
by an arch enemy of damaging magnitudes.
The long cold winter is fast ending and you have been chosen to leave our
warmth and comfort in the house...
to indulge on the Rattus Norvegicus in the barn.
I think that you will be delighted...
I will miss the sweetness of your quiet companionship.
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