A/N: Ok, next chapter ( I know, already !)

This is from a narrator's POV, a bit faster paced than the last:

See what you think

The singer's voice, it has been said,

Could scare an ogre from its bed.

Its warbled, wailing, gargling, screech:

Signalled of course; by parakeets

Rising quickly from the trees;

And various travellers on their knees,

Begging for the noise to stop.

Which it punctually did, at two o'clock.

Every day , come shine or rain,

The dreaded sound, like strangled pain,

Would punctuate the empty wood.

(abandoned for the greater good)

Until one day, (as I mentioned before)

Conforming, to the rules of lore,

A prince came riding on a horse,

Accompanied by his mum (Of course).

"It's great!" he said, "It's perfect, no?"

"The air is clean, the view just so,

It's perfectfor my Castle-o!"

(The Prince you see, thought he was cool;

A by –product of too much school)

The next chapters gonna take a while longer

Although, IF I get five reviews, I'll try this weekend? ( hint hint )

-Indi-xx