She rode forth with revolution on her back. The wizard sat back, “Well,my child, what did you think?” “I want to do what the daughter did. The King was right; his sons were nasty people. But that can not be the end, can it” I asked, “what about the battle, did she win, how does the story end?” With a laugh, the wizard winked, “The three sons are still hear and they fight their sister every day. Their battle is all around, Ii only you were to look close.” “But how do you start a story when you don’t know the ending at all?” “But you do know the ending, child. One day, when you are big and strong, you will meet the King's daughter and you will end the suffering that the three sons have brought on. The suffering that goes on to this day.” I left the Wizard that day sitting upon his log. I pondered what that Wizard told me. The King's three sons were evil and filled the land with Genocide. No, they were Genocide. For without them, Revolution could not be. I whet home and told my mother, “Mother, Wherever there is hatred and war with in the land, Wherever people are struggling to be free, Werever hungry babies cry Look for me, ma, I'll be there.