Storyteller: "Once... The Mot'her of all Tree Shakers was a yinglet just like you and me. In fact, he was the only mortal yinglet that could win against T'he King of T'he Sky! But he would never fight him... for t'hey where friends. His name was Span."

Span: "Hey! Hey! T'hat's my name too!"

Storyteller: "Hahaha. Yes, yes, Span. Now hush. Where was I... Oh yes. But, Once Tall Papa found out t'hat he could indeed win against T'he King of T'he Sky, He snatched him up and told him to help him bring his son to heel. To t'his, Span refused. How could he take his friends freedom away. Tall Papa was less then happy with this response and told him "You will help me stop my belligerent son... One way, or another!" And with that set a curse upon Span changing him forever into T'he Mot'her of all Tree Shakes and set him after his pery... T'he King of T'he Sky.

Span: "AAAAAA! I'm not going to become a monster too, am I?!"

Storyteller: "Hohohoh... t'hat is up to t'he gods... but probably not."

Enjoy. <^\/^>