Many have learned their own lessons here my sweet, yet none have left to tell them. You, little one, shall join the others, for no one leaves my bog who enters. The cranberries whispered to me of your arrival, excited how they were! How they spoke of your tenderness, your bumbling humility. Never fear, I have just the ticket for you. Soon enough you will become one with the bog, oh I am gleeful just to think of it. Hee hee hee!