"Now listen up children and gather ‘round so you can all hear the story.
Make room for the little ones, they got ears too."

"I'm about to tell you youngins a story that dates back to my father's,
father's day." The old man's eyes twinkled with mysticism of the sort that
inspired curiosity and wonder only a child could possess. All the children
leaned forward, eagerly awaiting the old man to resume speaking. The old man
relaxed slightly on his short wooden stump, and began the tale. "You see,
long, long ago, back in my ancestor's time…before gardening, or harvesting, or
other chores, there was freedom. The people danced and sang, and were
carefree. These people would come out at night, and play in the fields. They
chased fireflies in the fields, and when they were all tired, they would lie
down in the grass and count the stars."

The old man paused for a second. All the children, from the littlest to the
biggest ones thought to themselves about this, and maybe even a few dared to
believe it was real.

"But then…," the old Furrikin started up again. "But then, the Orclachi came."
The old Furrikin's face grew solemn, and the children's imaginations were
sobered. "The Orclachi came with whips and shackles, and took away the free
people. They took them to farms, where the people were forced to work all the
time. They weren't allowed to sing. They weren't allowed to dance either.
They weren't even allowed to go out at night and count the stars. Many of the
people forgot how to dream, and the ones that might have still remembered kept
to themselves. It wouldn't be too wise to share."

"Days turned to months…and months to years…and soon, the people lost count. In
fact, most of them didn't know anything more than cold iron fences around farms,
and the rotting buildings where they had to sleep."

"Although, there was one man..." The old man's eyes turned away from the
children, seeming reminiscent. "This man, he was truly a dreamer. He never
forgot how to dream. He knew freedom. This man kept to himself most of the
time, he wasn't the talking kind. He would wait until it was time."

"Maybe on one of the hotter days out in the fields, some of the people had
trouble working. One lady, she even fell to the ground because it was so hot.
The overseer…he was a nasty one. He ordered the women to work harder, but she
couldn't. The overseer cracked the whip at her, which made it even harder to
get back up. The dreamer carefully watched the woman."

"He knew it was time now. The dreamer knelt by the woman's side, and whispered
something in her ear. The overseer just stood there, waiting for something to
happen. The woman looked like she had finally found the answer to a
long-thought question. With a smile, the dreamer helped the woman back on her
feet. Now, no one knows who did it, but soon enough, the whispers of freedom
spread to every one of the people. One night, the old rotting buildings were
restless with dreaming. The people dreamed of the land outside the cold iron
fence, away from the overseer and his whip."

"One morning, there were no people in the old rotting buildings. There were no
people in the fields. The overseer couldn't figure out what had happened.
Orclachi aren't too smart to start out with, you know." The old man began to
smile, awakening more smiles across the children's faces. "The people, they
were free now."