"The Knucker grants the wishes."
He mumbled it to himself as he walked along.
"The Knucker grants the wishes. The Knucker is out of the cave, out of the cave... The Knucker, he grants the wishes."
The Morloth swung his tail gently back and forth in time to the tossing of his head. Blind eyes seemed to survey all that was around them, and yet they took in nothing. How was it, then, that the strange creature was able to move about so cleanly? Was it the rhythmic pumping of his arms that allowed him to see the way?
Perhaps it was.
"Quacking quails, quacking quails... There are quacking quails in the future of the Knucker. Yes, I knows it."
He stopped suddenly, clenching and unclenching his fists.
"What number, what number... Ah, yeeeee~s! 37!"
He mumbled it to himself as he walked along.
"The Knucker grants the wishes. The Knucker is out of the cave, out of the cave... The Knucker, he grants the wishes."
The Morloth swung his tail gently back and forth in time to the tossing of his head. Blind eyes seemed to survey all that was around them, and yet they took in nothing. How was it, then, that the strange creature was able to move about so cleanly? Was it the rhythmic pumping of his arms that allowed him to see the way?
Perhaps it was.
"Quacking quails, quacking quails... There are quacking quails in the future of the Knucker. Yes, I knows it."
He stopped suddenly, clenching and unclenching his fists.
"What number, what number... Ah, yeeeee~s! 37!"