My name is Heathyre and I have a story to tell. A story about a lying
knight and some desperate peasants. here is the short version. You see
one upon a time, in the magical but wicked kingdom of new york there
lived a family of peasants. The husband and wife had lost their jobs on
the royal Cornell farm lands, though they were both hard workers. They
found themselves unable to pay for basic things
and they had to get help from the kingdom.They survived for a while,
getting by the best they could while trying to find new jobs. The wife
started studying to become a royal chef, and things looked like they
might get better. The the King demanded that the poor peasants pay taxes
or he would remove them from their meager home. Of course the peasants
had no way to pay this tax, and even though they tried to get help
nothing could be done. In a last desperate attempt to get help they
called one of the kings lords who had been kind in the past. To their
surprise he agreed to help them. One of the lords knights payed the tax
for them, and told them they had 12 moons to pay it back. In this time
the daughter of the peasants had returned from a journey she took with a
bard and his friends that she had met at the market. When she saw the
state of things she decided to take a job caring for the elderly
subjects of the kingdom. Things were still bad but the naive peasants
thought things were getting better. Over the next 7 months the amount
the poor peasants owed the knight crept higher and higher,, but the
daughter knew she could trust her friend the bard to help her. When the
bard returned from his latest journey he returned baring the gold that
the peasants needed but when they contacted the knight he told them "
Oh, well I have given the parcel to another subject. I needed the gold
and you didn't have it" He then explained the peasants only had 5 moons
to find a new place to live. The daughters heart broke in anguish. She
could not afford to help her parents, or hardly even herself on her low
pay. Now I, the peasant daughter would like to ask this of you oh
chivalrous knight: Are you happy that you mad a quick buck off some poor
desperate people? Are you proud that you took the home I grew up in?
Can you sleep at knowing that you have left my parents out in the cold?
To all those in the 99% as they call it today, this is why we must
stand up and fight. I lost my home, but not my hope. Stand up and fight
back.
