The Alabaster Fish Monger and Blue Worm

blustery day the trees in the distance are quaking- and this old withered young? at heart- being , just pulled in a rainbow -the sun is a setting far back through the fog-whistling lines go all a thither- neither here nor there
with red snot running from the nose this youthfully fellow carefully trims his magic latern and sets off in fellowship and companionship - solitude - when seemingly the only companion to be found is the trout -blue worm waits to be in on the following quest to fill the contents of his larder