A little poem about the 13th century romance of a slave and master.

Charlie dreams of becoming a great hero and having fantastic adventures. He gets everything he wishes for when he finds himself stranded in the magical Wingle forest; he is transformed into a powerful knight and discovers the legendary race of elves who live in a city in the treetops. Unfortunately, all of this comes with a price, Charlie can remember nothing of his past life as a child and he begins to realise that grown-up adventures are not nearly as much fun as the imagined adventures of children.

Poem: muscles and servants.

On Christian Servanthood.

We are slaves to our Muses.