Once Upon A Thyme

There was a small white fleecy cloud. In this cloud, many a mellow individual laid, and cavorted. They had fun in the fleecy cloud, and slept and cavorted to their hearts content. And in the big fleecy cloud, filled with Joy and Hip Good Humor, was a happy little god named either Keats or Valentine, depending on which worshipper was calling forth blessings.

But, you might ask, where exactly did these worshippers come from? No you did not hear of them before, because Keats just thought of them. And what a marvelous idea they are, all happy and friendly like that.

But we are loosing track of the story. Anyway, Valentine was hanging out and he thought, "Hey! Now that we have worshippers, shouldn’t we have new names!" But most of the other individuals in the fleecy white cloud did not want to have new names, since they were lazy, and too obsessed with large metal things.

So Valentine went down to the world, and started asking around. And much to his suprise, he discovered that the little people known as worshippers were starving away. So Valentine gave them food. Which made sense since they were hungry. Then Valentine went back to the fleecy place.

And Valentine cavorted and played for a while. Until he heard a little voice from down below, "Oh, Mighty Keats, we are hungry again! Please, give us more food." So Keats decended to earth, and spread a little more manna from heaven around.

Then he returned back to the happy laid back place, and ate a lot of food. And he was feeling good. So he tried to take a nap. But then he heard those damn little voices calling out to him again. So he went back down to the annoyingly hard place, and said, "What is it this time?" And they said, "Oh mighty Keats, we are still hungry!" So Keats created grapes, and said, here, just grow these. And the people did, and they created wine.

Then they believed in Valentine, and so it was that he was born, out of the belief of man, and the libation of the vine.