The Hin and the Orc

Yes, once there was a hin, and once there was an orc. The hin, dashing and daring, quick on his feet, lifeloving and great. The orc, slow and lumbering, one to trip on his toes.

So, one day, the hin, named Grin, by the way, Set his sail to see if the orc could be gay! He offered a drink, set a cigar down, Put out his hand, and asked, "'Ow 'bout we go to the town?"

The orc came in rage, For no reason, The first obvious stage, Of reaching to treason.

He grabbed an axe, From his pocket, Swung with all force, And chipped the hin's locket!

The hin said, "Look what you've done! That was from me ol' mum!" Then the orc just fell back, into a barrel of rum.

He came back at Grin, With dangerous thoughts, But Grin, with a spin, Got him tied up in knots!

The orc, an axe there, Grin, a flourish here, And the crowd, Was put into a scare!

The orc came on, cleaving into the crowd, While a bard played a song, it was ever so loud! Pushed back, the orc, Came into the middle, But Grin grabbed a fork, Stabbed him, and giggled.

The battle lasted on, for many hours, How many, you ask? Long enough for four showers! And showers they were, For that was the task,

Flowers and rum, Fungus and some,

Shadowdark ale, and beer all 'round, But Grin sent the orc packing, Running out with a wail!

Now this may be true, But this may be not, But that doesn't mean, That the orc was forgot!

Perhaps you may learn, my kin, Better to learn than let it get under your skin!

But if you shall know, then let it be, Go and find, An orc to be beat!

As we all know, orcs are ever so dumb, They cry like gnomes, And they suck on their thumb!

Maybe one day, little hin, You may meet, this hin named Grin. The dashing, and wondrous, Hin, named Grin.

Be quick on your feet, Never give up in defeat, Live up to your race, And perhaps you may be as wonderful in grace, As the hin, named Grin...

A Tale by Grin the Halfling