After years of carting about the western land with many other minstrels and pipers of the sort the lad found himself in the far and distant lands of Colorogisbury, the very place he was born, where he had no chariot of woodsmen but only his lute and harp to sing to the kind folk of the land with. Soon he began to strum and clammer upon other instumapods as well such as the banjomaphone and the accordio-oggatron, plus many others*. Two and one half yeermanons have past forth and the lad still plays from town to village and from village to town and back. Moving about in his octopus-car and secretly being followed everywhere by the mysterious moth! Now he resides in the emerald hills of Portapomagrofoliston where he met the amazing Sir Dustonatron of the 5th league and many others beginning the mighty quest into the firey planet sun.