The boy took a stroll the shores of the well-constructed
brook,
carefully climbed a waterfall, built of smiprecious
rock...-
and gazed at the crystal that he had picked up from the
ground.
Washing the boy's bare feet, the cold clear water lapped
around,
murmured silently, as it flew underneath the boy's white
gown...-
so that he, somewhat leaking, became the semblance of a
well.
As he laid the crystal down again, the pale boy realised
that his three-coloured, fair-haired rabbit of luck...-
and the startled, pale, rattled boy.
"Behold, my blood is like MILK, or MERCURY", the pale boy
cried.
"No, it's not red...more like dancing serpents,
of wich one is BLACK, the other one WHITE.
Two separate, coiling streams that never mix, never
unite,
but as one they're flowing, flowing...ever flowing side
by side!"