Ode To Catch Orson

And, he did not walk the hallways of youthful fortresses. He strode. Victoriously, with vigor, and without shoes. For, to be silently scribbling, and upon you with shocking quickness is this dragon eyed boy, who unleashes his cry of mirth before even the slammed doors clunk against the cinderblock walls. He was a bard of precocious ability, although surreal. Tales of adventure with the offspring of mystical gypsies questing along the coasts of foreign lands, among many others, spiced with explosions of eastern-european dialect. Never before and never more shall any man know a fellow of such berserk geniality.