I have given ear to the voice of inarticulate anguish
I have heard the whining cries of the feeble!

No more will your shouts peal.

Some feared it was too much like what one does to a fruit.
(no, that's peel)
Some, even in the Garden itself, dared to claim it was too sissy.
Astonished at the low regard in which this lovely word 'peal' is
held (and which regard I myself do not share in), I grant this boon:
Henceforward shall your shouts resonate.


Penned by my hand on the 23rd of Aeguary, in the year 356 AF.